Which seems to be an uncanny cue for Fraser to make his customary morning appearance, stopping just shy of the paper blizzard that's now fluttering down around him near his Strathcona-booted feet. He says nothing as he glances down, then looks back up at his partner, but the slight lift of his eyebrows asks the inevitable question anyway.
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Date: 2008-01-12 11:15 am (UTC)