Raylan lifted his eyebrows in an almost sympathetic echo of 'Right?'

"Shit, if only," he said of the drugs. Raylan had never been one to do them in any form that wasn't Jim Beam, he wouldn't have said no to a hit or two of weed just for the fractional relief. Raylan figured Tim thought he was being sarcastic, joking, exaggerating for the sake of the metaphor. It wasn't going to be easy convincing him that he wasn't.

"General store nearby still has some beer, last I checked. Take it while you can get it 'cause we're down to brewing our own bathtub moonshine when the stores aren't flush." He jerked his head towards the door, waiting for Tim to get up to him before falling into step. "Sorry to say we drank all the good stuff before you came. Next run that appears, we'll save you a bottle."