It was worth a shot. He huffed a breath, smile breaking as his book bearing hand broke so he could glance down and put his bookmark between the pages before he tossed it onto the table, propping his chin into his fingers. A restless Tim meant he wasn't going to get any peace and quiet. Not while the Ranger had things to throw at his face.

"He ain't gotta find out," Raylan drawled in his own defense, hand falling out to gesture at nothing in particular. Still, even as he said it, he knew Tim wasn't going anywhere no matter his protests. Stubborn delightful asshole that he was.

"I could eat," he agreed with a lift of his eyebrows and a slight nod. "I've been thinkin' about that chicken you got for that one guy, took up two of our guys in the locker room? What was his name? Calvin Wallace or somethin' like that. Think they're open? If not," he continued with a wave of his hand before it fell to splay on his knee. "I'm good for just about any place that serves a decent cheeseburger."