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Why, Raylan Givens...can't say I was expectin' a present from you.

[Honestly, Boyd hadn't been expecting a present at all - much less a present from someone who essentially told him to fuck right back off to the holler the last they spoke - hence why there was an air of surprise in his voice as he holds one of the glasses in his hand.]

I take it you got them boots then.

[The cowboy boots had been Boyd's way of extending an olive branch after their Halloween scuffle, since it was partly (see: definitely) his fault for choosing the wrong way to say hello and deciding to antagonize him instead.]

[Shit. Raylan was kind of expecting it to pass without comment. Exactly as much comment as he'd had to help him anticipate getting a gift from Boyd, in other words. After checking for blades in the soles and nails hammered into the heel, he'd decided it was meant in a genuine spirit, and found something to send back.]

Couldn't exactly letcha hold anything over me, could I.

[oh ye of little faith, if Boyd really wanted you dead he'd have rigged it to blow when you opened the box. But that comment is earning a chuckle and a smile, Boyd not even denying the fact he would hold this over Raylan for his benefit.]

No, I s'pose ya couldn't. Just like I don't s'pose it'd be an easy feat t' ask if ya wanna come over and break these glasses in with bourbon, huh?

[Well, shit. On the one hand, Raylan genuinely doesn't think Boyd would tamper with bourbon. In fact, Raylan doesn't genuinely think Boyd means him any harm, his paranoid behavior is more of a spiteful statement on how Boyd is an asshole. And what kind of man would turn down free bourbon?]

[On the other hand, he's not sure where his punching urges are gonna be in regards to Boyd.]

[Compromise. He knows a way to split the difference.]

You goin' to that New Year's Eve party?