"Of course," Raylan said towards Ainsley with a pull of his smile. "But soup isn't much when it's eaten rarely, and I know she doesn't keep that close a tally." The cross conversation was something he was used to - the south was incapable of having a straight conversation when too many people were at a table.

"I'm working him up towards this chicken I hear he'll eat. The south has a mean fried chicken and if he's going to hang around with me, I aim to put a little health on him."