Malcolm Bright

He could already tell the conversation was going to continue over dinner; it was lucky his iron stomach was well proven. It wasn't the first time he'd poured over distasteful subjects while he ate tasty things and it wouldn't be the last.

While Malcolm fetched the food, Raylan started the clearing process, opening up a wide bit between them for it all to fit.

"Thank you," he said, eagerly breaking into the container and putting the lid under the plate itself and smirking a little at the neat bundle of silverware that Malcolm was handing him. "You keep 'em prewrapped? This got a knife worth a damn?"