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Well that's somethin'. Archer doesn't seem the type to accept it unless he feels its sincere.

It is a lot on your shoulders in one week. I'd offer to help with Kikimora but I don't know that it'd be successful, she's got no reason to trust me, but I can offer some time sittin' with you when you're stuck in.

Johann will work himself out.

It might be okay with him; I'm bringing him some knives so he can prepare some food!

[That can probably only go well with an inmate that has a well documented history of cutting throats.

And also some scotch. Peace offering.

.. To Johann? Shouldn't weapons be somethin' handled and approved by his warden?

But no one with taste will turn down good scotch.

Johann's Warden was Dorian. He doesn't have one now; I'll keep an eye on him. He likes making food for Florian.

Ah. Makes sense.

If you get stabbed, I reserve the right to say I told you so.

Absolutely. I'll let you pour bourbon on it and tsk at me.

It'll be shitty bourbon though, hope that's okay. And I know how to stitch folks up now.

Then I would definitely choose you for that.

Let's hope you call me for different reasons.

Even if that's just to talk, or to call me over for company. You don't gotta shoulder everythin' on your own, alright?

[Malcolm nods.]

Raylan… can we do something fun some time?

Yeah. Sure. Depends on what.

What's that.. that game you mentioned you do at home. Squash? That somethin' you have fun doin?

Oh my god yes. When I was six I wanted to play professionally, but that dream died when I got in trouble for playing in my mother’s solarium and she took my racket away for six months.