Malcolm raised his eyebrows. "I'll have a couple fingers of scotch," he said, turning to go over to the stereo, putting on the first song on whichever playlist was up. It was his bathroom painting soul playlist, still.

He looked over at Raylan. "Can we bring the playpen out onto the terrace? So she can enjoy it too? It'll fit at the opposite end from the barbeque so she isn't near the hazards."