Returning with the drained chicken, the pan and a roll of paper towels under his arm, Raylan set it all down to pull out the user manual and start flipping through it. Go figure that the man that wouldn't read case files unless he had to would sink into paper that wasn't work. Still, he didn't bother with anything beyond the proper way to light it, fiddling with the knobs as he muttered to himself before the manual was folded and tucked into his back pocket.

Two minutes later, the grill was flaming up and Raylan was grinning as he turned around to look at Malcolm before coming to fetch his beer.

"It works, imagine that."