Maggie stands by what she says about being too squeamish for ribs. Two years on the Barge, plus Flotilla, but she still shies away from any meat that comes from a mammal.

But collard greens and peach cobbler she can manage, and she adds roast chicken and mashed potatoes. Maggie doesn't do anything without thinking through her angles. This isn't an impulsive question, and Raylan deserves something special if she's going to ask it. Whatever his response.

She focuses on cooking rather than the low thrum of nerves, and she'll be there to greet him with open arms as soon as he's through the door. "Hey, darling."