[ There's a girl at the ice cream stand. There wasn't before, but there is now. Raylan squints at her from across the plaza like he's trying to determine if she's a mirage or something. At first he assumed she was just pilfering, the way he had very defensibly pilfered a single bottle of whiskey from the bar he found earlier for reasons he feels are absolutely justified and also not worth mulling over in the slightest. Eventually the siren call of ice cream is too much for him to ignore, and he moseys across the plaza, grinning as she starts her very professional spiel. ]
arrival —
Can I have an, uh—
[ Wait. ]
Bana-what?