The cracker dipping made him smile. It was a familiar sort of gesture; something a friend would do and he recognized it as such.

"Lemon. Then orange. Then cherry." A beat. "I won't go through all of them. But peach is at the very, very bottom."

The comment about Helen made him smile even wider, with a hitch of a laugh. "Helen would probably be right." He looked up at Raylan suddenly, pointing at him with his spoon. "Sometimes I eat chicken."