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[not_that_ray]

"Coffee. God, somebody please get me a cup of coffee."

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[not-vecchio.livejournal.com]

"Every wolf's gotta his coffee, Fraser. Law of nature."

A small, self-satisfied smirk forms on his face. Sometimes the holidays aren't so bad after all.

[chicagomountie.livejournal.com]

Fraser gives him a somewhat skeptical look as they take a seat at a table. He removes his Stetson, setting it carefully beside him. "There's nothing natural about a wolf ingesting caffeinated beverages, Ray."

[not-vecchio.livejournal.com]

"It's Chicago."

As if that's supposed to explain everything.

[chicagomountie.livejournal.com]

Fraser's eyebrows lift slightly. "Wolves are not native to Chicago." Pause. "And neither is coffee."

[not-vecchio.livejournal.com]

He stares at his partner from across the table. "You know if you treated him more often, I wouldn't have to buy him a latte. He likes chocolate, by the way."

[chicagomountie.livejournal.com]

Fraser actually returns the look, which is tinged with some concern. "Ray, chocolate is poisonous to canines. The lethal dosage of theobromine in dogs is--"

[not-vecchio.livejournal.com]

"He's not a dog. Well, at least he's not all dog."

[chicagomountie.livejournal.com]

A hand comes up, his fingers running over his eyebrow. "Centuries of genetic drift doesn't make him immune." He looks back up at his friend. "No chocolate, Ray." It's a request that more or less demands agreement.

[not-vecchio.livejournal.com]

He didn't realize the possible danger and it shows on his face. His affection for Dief is genuine. "Yeah, sure. No problem. I didn't mean-"