"Hey, man. I'll have you know I took a shower this morning."
Pause.
"Or was it yesterday? ANYWAY! No comments from the peanut gallery on my hygiene. You're no picnic yourself. What do you expect? We chased that guy twelve blocks!"
Fraser glances down, at the comment, running a hand over his impeccable uniform that for some reason never seems rumpled, then looks back up at his partner. "It was eleven blocks, actually."
The Mountie appears not to pick up on the sarcastic tone in his partner's voice, settling his Stetson back on his head. He steps to one side to allow the other man to pass, and gestures to the door, his consistent good manners at work as usual. "Very well. After you."
Fraser shakes his head as he falls into step alongside his friend. "Ray, you'll never be able to run more than eleven blocks if you insist on eating such disgusting junk food."
Fraser looks dubious. "I suspect wouldn't be so much 'eating pizza' as 'letting a distinctly artery-clogging concoction slide down my throat.' Unfortunately, Diefenbaker seems to be developing a distinct taste for it." He pauses at the door, and offers up that friendly but reserved smile. "I think I'll pass."
"No, no, no, Fraser. We're talkin' tried and true here. A burger from Dick's. Linguine from Anthony and Luigi's. Pizza from Water Street Pizzeria. All truly magnificent things."
A mildly incredulous look, which for Fraser means a slight raising of his eyebrows. "Do you know how much saturated fat is contained in just one serving of that pizza? Perhaps it would be considered a blessing in the Northwest Territories, where the energy quotient expended exceeds the caloric intake, but the average American activity level leaves much to be desired, which accounts heavily for the epidemic obesity crisis in this country."
"On the first, I'm not a judge of appearances, Ray, merely character. On the second ... " He stops walking, and assesses the other man briefly. "Not yet. But I believe the famed 'beer gut' kicks in around the age of forty, though as always, prevention is far better than any attempt at a cure."
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Date: 2007-12-30 07:10 am (UTC)Pause.
"Or was it yesterday? ANYWAY! No comments from the peanut gallery on my hygiene. You're no picnic yourself. What do you expect? We chased that guy twelve blocks!"
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Date: 2007-12-30 09:13 pm (UTC)He pauses and glances over at Fraser incredulously.
"You know, I have great idea. Lets go out there and run it again. Just to be sure."
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Date: 2007-12-31 07:55 am (UTC)Pause.
"And I work out."
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Date: 2007-12-31 08:00 am (UTC)That's another.
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