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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]

Nothing to worry about there. In the apartment of one Ray Kowalski not an ounce of Oatmeal shall ever be found.

"Stuff's nasty," he adds without reservation or tact.

[chicagomountie.livejournal.com]

Fraser's smile widens, as he lifts the mug of tea. "Yes, it is. Especially when it's made with orange juice."

[not-vecchio.livejournal.com]

It would surely be a 'spray coffee across the table' moment if he had any in his mouth. Instead his face scrunches up in disgust.

"Orange Ju- No. No, that's just not right, Fraser. I have a perfectly good appetite. Don't ruin it with stories of gross mixed with yuck."

[chicagomountie.livejournal.com]

He blinks, then comprehends. Just about. "Oh. Sorry."

[not-vecchio.livejournal.com]

"S'alright," is the immediate reply.

There's something he's forgetting. He was supposed to-

Dammit. What is he forgetting? BING BING BING BING BING LIGHT BULB.

"The latte."