"We'll get the time," Ryalan assured, calmer about it, in all his frustrated disappointment than Malcolm's ramping stress.

"Yeah," he said with a pinch of his brow with his nod towards it. "Cut whatever you want. Whatever isn't eaten tonight, I'll eat over the next couple of days. Cold chicken after a long day ain't so bad, really." It was kind of a trashy delight.

"Will you call me and let me know how it goes afterwards? How you're doin'?"