"If they're good, it won't be."

Twenty five minutes and two phone calls later from each of the men and Raylan was pulling into a parking spot, minutes later walking inside to find a booth with Malcolm. It didn't take either of them long to order and Raylan sat back as the waitress walked away, one arm over the back of the seat.

"This'll be twice in as many days that I've actually watched you eat, I'm shocked."