The smile widens just a little. "An experience I'll do my utmost to avoid, in that case." His gaze then shifts back to the street ahead of them, taking in the ostentatious Christmas displays lingering in the street and in the shop windows as they pass. "I didn't have Christmas lights, or a tree, growing up in the Territories. We made do with signal flares, and hanging pine cones covered with peanut butter on the trees outside." His brow creases slightly at the recollection. "Though we had to stop using the flares after an ice plane landed almost on top of the cabin."
Fraser pauses at the door to the small diner. "Well, not strictly, no. Traditionally the flares are used to signal for help, and they were attempting a flyby to determine if that was the case. Unfortunately, at that moment, the pilot suffered a mild stroke and lost control of the plane. Nobody was ultimately hurt, unless you count several Norwegian spruces and an old barn as casualties." He pushes open the door for his friend, gesturing for him to step inside.
Ray stops outside the door and stares at his partner incredulously. "Not to mention, I'm sure, a handful of squirrels, birds, and other small, cute animals."
It sails completely over the Mountie's head. "Actually, no ... the Norwegian spruce makes a poor hibernating location for squirrels due to the small diameter of the trunk, and the screaming of the passenger alerted the other animals to the danger well before it impacted."
The wolf makes a low subvocalization that could be interpreted as skepticism, then tries to get inside. He's met by the Mountie's Strathcona boot and a stern look. "Diefenbaker. You know the rules."
"Rrrrrf." He wheels around, chuffing indignantly before sitting. He gestures to his friend once more. "After you, Ray."
Diefenbaker barks his approval, his tongue lolling from his mouth in the lupine equivalent of a triumphant grin. Fraser shakes his head and follows Ray inside. "You really should stop encouraging him."
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."
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."
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--"
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.
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Date: 2008-01-01 09:26 am (UTC)No, that's not a touch of sarcasm. Not at all.
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Date: 2008-01-01 08:38 pm (UTC)Something in his voice says otherwise.
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Date: 2008-01-02 12:37 am (UTC)"Rrrrrf." He wheels around, chuffing indignantly before sitting. He gestures to his friend once more. "After you, Ray."
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Date: 2008-01-02 03:22 am (UTC)A small, self-satisfied smirk forms on his face. Sometimes the holidays aren't so bad after all.
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Date: 2008-01-02 03:50 am (UTC)As if that's supposed to explain everything.
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