Raylan smiled softly over another bite of his biscuits. Good, that was a good sign. Appetite was always healthy. After his months in Mathis, he was only just starting to get back to the weight he'd come in at.

He lifted his eyebrows as he cleared his mouth, pinching them down as he thought about it. "Shit. You didn't, did you. Well," he continued, clearing his mouth with a cup of coffee. "We're gonna have to fix that. Just lemme know the day before you want it. Chicken's gotta wet brine."

He cut another bite. "I'm glad to see you eatin'. It took me a few days to find any appetite myself. Everything tasted too.. Unreal. Luxurious." Like a trap, if he were honest.

The Trust of his environment was something that was still a Work in Progress, but those first few days had been Raw.