Raylan listened, ready to correct if she made any serious mistakes, but she was doing a pretty good job. He shrugged at her words.

"The fact that you're interested makes you seem pretty bright, actually," he countered. "Ain't your fault if you've had a shitty teacher along the way. Sometimes you can substitute dogwood for that," he said, nodding to the word she'd just worked out. He wasn't the type to waste time on self-deprecation. He preferred to get shit done.