He hadn't had Kentucky food and Raylan knew a little something about a liquid diet, more than a few meals consisting strictly of beers or Jim Beam. Not that he was admitting that.

"1973. We get T.V. out here," Raylan says, one eye squinting over his smirk as they pull out onto the highway. "California's been working on a plant based liquid solution. Vegans or somesuch." He shrugged, shoulder barely moving while the rest of the shrug was on his face and the way his lips downturned.

"The ideas that come out of some peoples heads," he clucked, tone full of humor.