Malcolm held up a finger and reached for a block full of knives, grabbing one from along the side and flipping it around to hold the handle out to Raylan. He turned again and got a plate down, setting it beside the plastic takeaway container before pulling his bowl of soup out of the bag, fetching himself a soup spoon from the drawer.

"I only really use that cutlery for company, so may as well keep it wrapped," he said.