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[dogsled]

This is Benton Fraser speaking. If you would kindly leave a message with your name and number, I will return your call at the earliest opportunity. Thank you.

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[kickem]

There is jus' one thing I ne-- What?

[dogsled]

Would you like me for Christmas, Ray?

[kickem]

... Yeah. I guess. Probably. Can I?

[dogsled]

[ Maybe misunderstanding the question. ]

Well yes, of course. It's Christmas, after all.

[kickem]

You should stay over. I promise not to sing any more Mariah Carey.

[dogsled]

Well, you can sing anything you like--to me, or otherwise. And perhaps I can cook you breakfast, assuming there's anything more in your fridge than just beer.

[kickem]

Uh. I think maybe there's some bacon. And old pancake mix. And beer. [The sound of cupboards and the fridge opening and closing as he checks.]

Maybe you could stay for Christmas too. If y'wanna. Although I mean you probably got better things to do so that's okay too.

[dogsled]

I'd enjoy that, Ray. Do you mind if I bring my tree? And Diefenbaker, of course--he loves Christmas.

[kickem]

Well duh, of course Dief is invited. I guess the tree can come too. I uh, I gotta go see the parents for a bit tomorrow, but they'd be cool if you wanted to tag along.

[dogsled]

Oh, I... You want me to--well, I mean... I know your parents, but...this would be a little more formal and I...

[ Flustered. ]

[kickem]

Fraserbuddybuddybucaroo, formal and my parents ain't words that go together.

[dogsled]

A formal introduction, Ray. I... I'm certain most detectives don't take their partners and their wolves home to meet their parents.

[kickem]

Well they're still livin' in a mobile home so it's like... Not even like that. Mom would totally kill me if she knew I left you alone on Christmas day.

[dogsled]

And I would be greatly disappointed in myself should I turn down such a warm and kindly invitation.

[ He is blushing. He's lucky it's just a phonecall. ]

It would be my pleasure to join you, Ray. I'll bring a change of clothes.

[kickem]

Yeah, you sure as hell can't turn mom down. She'll kill ya.

Don't wear anythin' fancy. And uh, read up on the GTO manual, yeah? That's all dad will talk about.

[dogsled]

Does that mean I can take it out of the glovebox?

Ray--Ray, thank you for this. Even with Diefenbaker as company, it can be...very lonely here at the Consulate.

[kickem]

Ugh, yeah I suppose you'll have to. And stop with the thanking. I'm the one that should be thanking.

[dogsled]

You needn't thank me. Ray. You're--well, you're not used to living alone, I suppose. It can't be easy.

[kickem]

Exactly. So you're like, doing me a favor or whatever. Otherwise I'd be drinkin' alone on Christmas day too.

[dogsled]

Perhaps... Well, you might consider looking for a roommate. Your apartment is certainly large enough.

Someone who gets on with your turtle, naturally.

[kickem]

I dunno. My turtle doesn't get on with pretty much anyone, Fraser. Stays in his shell too much if I got company around. I can't trust a random stranger with him around.

[dogsled]

I suppose he prefers the company of women; their soft voices no doubt produce less vibration.

[kickem]

Hah, soft voices. You have met Frannie and Stella, right?

[dogsled]

I'm not sure I know what you're talking about.

[ He does. ]

[kickem]

Hardeharhar, Fraze. Don't try play innocent with me. You've got a softer freakin' voice than those lot have.