Raylan took another bite, glancing at Ainsley for her general opinion on Jessica's clear worry about how much her son was eating, one that he knew would have been clubbed over Malcolm's head had he been born in the south.

"If it helps," he offered with a soft clearing of his throat, "He's eaten a couple of times over the past couple of days. I've been trying to get as much down him when he's nice enough to buy me dinner. Which I am sure the Marshal's will be happy to reimburse," he said, turning to Malcolm to draw him into it, even while bumping his knee with Raylan's own. He didn't mean it, he knew Malcolm didn't want to be repaid and he understood the spirit that the dinners were given in, but they were playing something of a game here, a social one.

"Though I imagine you'll say the same as your mother," he foretold with a smirk.