Malcolm Bright

"I shudder to what you'd think of gumbo," Raylan said with a chuckle, straightening himself as the waitress came back with their food and drinks, laying out Raylan's omelette and hash browns with iced tea and Malcolm's soup, crackers neatly tucked in packaged on the side.

"One day, I'm going to talk you into something more solid," he teased as he dug into cutting the omelette. "Gateway food."