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For some reason, that struck Raylan as funny. What kind of man travels with his own food supply? But much like everything else, to each their own. Didn't bother Raylan at all - now he knew to not invite the man to lunch.

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"Just as much a potatoes and greens man," Raylan assured, still wholly amused by the character next to him. "Maybe it is, maybe it's not. Alls I know is Bourbon is a whole lot simpler than a lot of the alternatives. Tastes like a warm summer day. The stereotype can be useful, even for us." His face curled. "People come down here, see how people live, hear our accent and think we're backwater, backwoods hillbilly folk. All the more to their detriment."

The stereotype of people being less than intelligent in Kentucky was a lie too, if the vocabulary he used was any indication.

"Just like they'll see you as nothin' more than a carpetbagger from up north." There was a subtle warning in there, just to make Malcolm aware of the hostility he might find here. The country had teeth.