[The food has done the job of distracting Ray from complaining about the cold, but only because he's more intent on complaining about the food.]
Heh. Deliver. Y'think there's any that deliver this far North? Like a uh, supply drop or somethin'?
[God, he'd love if there were.
Although he appears aware of the ridiculousness of the idea, enough so that he's eyeing up the meat again. It gets a few sniffs, a quick lick (obviously been around Fraser too long), and then the most hesitant and smallest of bites.]
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Heh. Deliver. Y'think there's any that deliver this far North? Like a uh, supply drop or somethin'?
[God, he'd love if there were.
Although he appears aware of the ridiculousness of the idea, enough so that he's eyeing up the meat again. It gets a few sniffs, a quick lick (obviously been around Fraser too long), and then the most hesitant and smallest of bites.]