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[not_that_ray]

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

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[chicagomountie.livejournal.com]

Fraser is currently nursing a cup of said beverage with a dubious expression on his face as he stares into it. "I don't think you want to drink this coffee, Ray."

[chicagomountie.livejournal.com]

"Yes, it does," he concedes. The two walk in silence for a while. "My grandmother was a woman of many talents. Cooking was not among them. I can still smell the burning bannock in the oven, even now." He offers his partner a reserved smile, and hopes he can catch his friend's gaze. "Tasted like a hockey puck."

[chicagomountie.livejournal.com]

The Mountie glances down at the table for a moment, rubbing some warmth back into coldbitten fingers. He makes that trademark facial shrug, his mouth flattening into a thin line, along with an almost imperceptible shake of his head; though he doesn't yet look back at him. "It's all right, Ray. I know you wouldn't hurt him intentionally."

[chicagomountie.livejournal.com]

The Mountie's eyebrows lift at him in silent query.