It would be fun, them doing it together. Ben learning how to weigh down a table with southern goods so rich as to make any man that sat at it satisfied to his core. If there was one thing Raylan was good at that wasn't shooting, it was eating. Once he was out on his own, making his own food was the only way he got that satisfaction.
He was reassured by the promise in return that Ben's feeling wouldn't change, though only time would prove the reality of that promise. He would do his best on his side to hold it up right, to hold it in a way that honored Ben properly.
His keys spin in his hand and once and once Ben was ready, he leads them out the door and to the car.
"I know this place just down the road, sells some chicken that'll blow your socks right off. My treat. We can go eat it down by the river if you'd like, get some beer, make a real meal out of it."
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He was reassured by the promise in return that Ben's feeling wouldn't change, though only time would prove the reality of that promise. He would do his best on his side to hold it up right, to hold it in a way that honored Ben properly.
His keys spin in his hand and once and once Ben was ready, he leads them out the door and to the car.
"I know this place just down the road, sells some chicken that'll blow your socks right off. My treat. We can go eat it down by the river if you'd like, get some beer, make a real meal out of it."