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[not_that_ray]

"Soap."

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[not-vecchio.livejournal.com]

"I have a previous commitment," he comments, deadpan. "Her name is Domino. And she serves a heavenly pizza."

[chicagomountie.livejournal.com]

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."

[not-vecchio.livejournal.com]

"You know, it's really not as bad as you think it is. I've never seen you once eat a piece of pizza. Don't knock it until you've tried it."

[chicagomountie.livejournal.com]

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."

[not-vecchio.livejournal.com]

"You don't know what you're missin'. There's an awful lot of 'artery-clogging concoctions' out there that taste like god's gift to mankind."

[chicagomountie.livejournal.com]

"Appearances, as you well know in your line of work, are deceiving, Ray."

[not-vecchio.livejournal.com]

"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."

[chicagomountie.livejournal.com]

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."

[not-vecchio.livejournal.com]

He smiles, looking rather pleased with himself. "Do I look either average or obese to you, Fraser?"

[chicagomountie.livejournal.com]

"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."

[not-vecchio.livejournal.com]

"I have an insane metabolism," he counters. "There's no way in hell I'm turnin' pot bellied. Never live down all the pig jokes."

Pause.

"And I work out."

[chicagomountie.livejournal.com]

Fraser frowns. "People on the street already seem to shout that at you on a regular basis, Ray."

[not-vecchio.livejournal.com]

"Yeah well... Perp's one thing. Coworkers and family?"

That's another.

[chicagomountie.livejournal.com]

Fraser has to concede that point at least, and inclines his head slightly. "True enough."

[not-vecchio.livejournal.com]

He puts his hand on Fraser shoulder. "Come on. Lets go get some 'artery-clogging concoctions'. My treat."

[chicagomountie.livejournal.com]

The Mountie smiles. "Just as well, Ray. I don't believe this Ms. Domino will accept Canadian bills."

[not-vecchio.livejournal.com]

He laughs.