[Oh, another story. He should have guessed the moment he saw that tell-tale expression of revelation on Fraser's features. But Ray still listens, head tilted towards the other in a display of interest. They walk together, in unison alongside one another, easily brushing past any others they meet without ever actually getting in the way. It's a practice they repeat daily, even synchronising the opening of doors as they pick their way through the station.

Ray's interest for the story soon runs thin though and he doesn't make any effort in hiding his disinterest, shoulders and head dropping briefly as though he's falling asleep, perking 'awake' seconds later as Fraser finishes.]

Well that's great! If we ever fish for cod, I'm sure I'll remember that.

[Typically dismissive. But their approach to detectives room is suddenly caught short as Ray halts, reaching to grab for a handful of Mountie uniform, swinging a door open with the other, and tugging them both into an all too familiar little closet, closing them in. If they are interrupted, they'll hear the warning click of the door, and no doubt just get stared at oddly before being left to their conversation again.]

What does that even have to do with anythin', Fraser? You gonna fish yourself into readiness? That's not how alcohol works. If you get drunk they're gonna try and take advantage and I can only hold off so many. [Not to mention Ray may be given more than a few drinks himself if he's not careful.]