They were a handful of years away from needing to clean their guns on the porch in a veiled threat that ever young man instinctively recognized and thank god for that. It would pass faster for them than the girls, but that would only serve to harden their resolve to protect them in the last bastions of their innocence before some bit of the harshness of life broke into their little farm/homestead paradise.

"They will," Raylan agreed as he finished the washing up of the dishes, drying his hands with a cant of his hips towards the counter, eyebrows lifted in an amused look as Henry tried to boot Raylan off the passenger manifest so strongly. The girl's future would be there later, so Raylan tried to focus on the now.

"Me thinks you doth protest too much. You worried about how much I'm drinking?" It was sweet to say the least. Henry had always paid attention to the things that everyone else overlooked, marking his casual drinking down to just a part of his ~aesthetic~, something to be accepted and unquestioned. "I'll stay here if you really want me too," he promised with no condescension. "There's always somethin' to clean up and tuck away before the girls visit."

But Raylan smirked at Henry's promise to obey the speed limit. "You can't get pulled over with a Marshal's daughter in your backseat."