It might annoy him now, but a few nights out in this place and it would likely be welcome. Raylan saw the tension, the setting of teeth and knew he'd see a lot more before the night was over, assuming it had everything to do with being where they were. Buckle up, baby.

Raylan had to hum a note at the mention of Apple pie, very important question indeed, before shaking his head and opening the door with a gesture so he could follow Tim out. "Older than that. Which ain't a good thing, but it's better than the nothin' that was here when I showed up. Beer and tub moonshine is a step up. Had to pull out copper pipin' like I was gonna hock it. Guy I found is from.. He's an older sort-" How the hell was he gonna explain that. Fuck magic, he could talk Tim around to his own acceptance of it, but the whole time thing was still weird when Raylan put too much thought into it. "-knew a recipe. Needs plenty of agin' but it hasn't killed us yet."

He was also sure that Tim had noted the new faint scars running along the left side of his face, but he wasn't going to volunteer anything until it was broached.