A rule that Raylan often had to be reminded of but right now, the draw of coffee and food to his otherwise empty stomach overrode everything else. He could corner Henry for a good morning kiss afterwards, before he got his hands into the dishes. It was only fair - if one of them cooked, the other picked up the dishes and they shared the domestics with few quips about who's work it was.

Glancing down at the over shirt, Raylan grinned and shrugged his shoulder as he padded over to the table to set his cup and himself down. "No 'mount of hours of beauty sleep will get me lookin' as young as you so I figured I might as well get up," he teased back. "It looked cold too, figured I could warm it up. After all that moonshine, I think my liver is a champion of processin'. Don't know that whiskey's gonna get ahead of it without a concentrated effort," he chuckled as Henry set the plates down. After a small thank you, Raylan picked up his fork and dug in.

"'Sides, I'd hate to see the Wynona's take advantage of you bein' by yourself to complain. They might eat you alive and then I wouldn't get to see my girl." He knew that Doc could handle the women but Raylan felt like it was something he shouldn't have to do alone if Winona was there too. They'd put a few bumps in the ladies view of what life was going to be like and that always made for interesting times.