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Raylan didn't doubt the number of tshirts he had, but he did doubt the amount of denim to match and Malcolm's specificity only furthered that amused thought. His smirk pulled at Malcolm's laughter and he occupied his mouth with another bite. He'd have had something to say about New York and it's guns but the buzz of Malcolm's phone sucked the levity back out of the air. His face slipped into a little bit of stoniness as he gathered Dani's confirmation from Malcolm's side of the conversation.

"Well," he started, clearing his mouth and grabbing his scotch glass. "Least we get to finish eating without threats of papercuts." It wasn't much of a silver lining, but he'd take it. "Murder ruins the taste of scotch anyway, supposed to be used to wash out the bad taste."

And frankly, the scotch did taste better for their task getting put off for a few hours.