The Mountie looks back at him for a long, long moment, as if debating how to put it. He glances out to the street, and Diefenbaker, who's waiting outside still. Then, he gets to his feet and tucks the Stetson under one arm. "Trust me. You don't want to know."
Oh way to put him at ease. He too glances back at Dief before returning his gaze to his partner. "Maybe the latte isn't such a good idea, after all, Fraser. How about a cinnamon roll? Pastry maybe?"
He shakes his head. "He's expecting coffee, Ray." Beat. Well. He turns away from the window-- Dief can lipread, after all-- and adds, helpfully, "He'll never know if it's decaf."
He doesn't look convinced of that idea. "Then I expect you'll have to weigh the options and make the call as to whether you'd prefer a caffeinated wolf, or a wolf on a sugar rush."
Fraser breaks into his trademark smile. Someone who might not know him might be misled into thinking there's a note of triumph in his expression. "Understood, Ray."
Even if he expressed that sentiment to the Canadian, he'd likely counter it with the argument that he was simply outlining all the possible outcomes for his friend to make an informed decision.
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not_that_ray) wrote2007-12-31 12:18 am
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It comes out more emphatically than intended.
"Anybody who knows coffee knows the difference between regular and decaf. Ain't no way you're gunna trick him into thinkin' it's the real deal."
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"I like my upholstery in one piece. Thank you very much."
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Honesty, after all, is his best policy.