Setting down the plates, Raylan hot fingered one piece of sauced chicken and a cob onto his plate without much reaction beyond a faint lift of his eyebrows.

"Might do 'em some good, if I'm honest," he replied darkly as he grabbed a napkin to wipe off his fingers before walking to the kitchen to grab a baby spoon and a couple of jars of food for Willa.

"But she's probably right about needing you up there, considering the situation. Much as I hate to say it."