Raylan scoffs at the assertion and shakes his head. "Tequila is better in Mexico," he corrects. "Miami gets all the cocktail awards though and I don't know that Boston has got shit that holds up to some of the things they're throwin' together."

And it wasn't like Raylan was going to be going to bars with her. If she wanted to drink, he'd much rather she do it at home.

He glances over. "I scheduled it durin' a day where the court docket is full. She won't be comin', I promise. Willa's stayin' over for the weekend though, so we won't be seein' Winona until Monday. Hopefully."

Athena had heard actual proper yelling matches between Raylan and Winona before, about Willa, about Athena, about him leaving or coming back. They managed to make it work for Willa's sake but now that Willa was well into being a teenager herself, some of the façade had started to peel away.

"She's excited to see you, you know. Willa is." Athena was the big sister she'd always wanted, and she hung the moon in Willa's eyes.