He noticed Raylan hadn't been able to finish his soup either. He pushed his pasta plate towards him a bit.

"Do you want this?"

"Malcolm," Jessica said wearily, "can you not just eat it?"

"I cannot," he said reasonably.

She rolled her eyes and cut into her own pasta.

Ainsley took a bite of hers before looking at Raylan again. "I'd love to come to Kentucky some time. Sometimes I think I might get ahead a bit if I travel around the country and cover stories that nobody's really dug into."

"You're not going to get into the newsroom by riding the rails around America like a hobo, dear," Jessica informed her.