Raylan glanced at Malcolm, taking the chance to be listening to take a healthy drink of his scotch, suddenly even more grateful for the open bar. It was going to get use. Murmuring a thank you at the waiter, he nodded at Jessica's recommendations with a crooked smile.

"Well we'll have to see if the wind brings me back. Maybe then I'll be able to add the ghost of 'Cultured' to my general resume," he joked, happy to have a spoon and food to occupy his mouth. Desperately, he wished he knew the rhythm or decorum of these things. He was sure he'd be doing better if he did.