Swallowing a surprised chuckle, Raylan clears his throat.

When Reese steps up to the window, he digs the ticket from his pocket and passes it over.

The teller, who had been sending eye-daggers in the obnoxious talker's direction, offers a polite smile as she rings in the slip.

A moment later, she hands Reese a sum that's even more than Raylan ballparked, and Raylan grins.

"I don't feel so bad, now, seein' as how you can certainly afford to feed both of us."