Malcolm Bright

"You don't have to worry about it bein' perfect. You get better at gettin' more of it the more you do." He looked up from under his eyebrows at Malcolm, face still curled in a smile.

"You could. Though you don't ever haveta. I can manage to feed myself if I have to. Normally I don't eat that late anyway, unless I was too busy to get lunch. Which happens more than I'd like. You can also make all the grilled chicken that your tiny stomach could desire."

Raylan looked at his watch. "We've got an hour or two before we need to start the grill, unless you're hungry now."