[If there's one thing that could cheer Ray up right now is knowing that he's got the support of someone around here. Even if it is a wolf. Diefenbaker understands and he's the only one with the balls to pick sides through all of this. Sure, it might have something to do with just how much Kowalski spoils Dief with fast food and whatever else the wolf wants, but friends spoil friends, right?

He doesn't even mind the constant licking, merely lifting his shoulder slightly and tucking his neck into it like he's being tickled. He's driven with much worse distractions before.]

Dief just knows what he likes. Can't blame a wolf for good taste, huh, buddy? [Apparently addressing the canine again, especially as he adds a faux-whisper;] Maybe show up with the rings, keep everyone happy. But pee in at least one of the flower arrangements. I know I will.

[He glances to Fraser, all folded arms and sulking, and there's the first semblance of a smile in hours. Days. Maybe even weeks. But it's far too full of mischief and amusement to mean anything good. It's the first glimmer of hope that he's had for something amusing to happen at the wedding of doom.

He takes the turn he's told then lifts a hand off the wheel, shoving Dief's head away with the briefest scritches of fingers. He loves the wolf and all but he doesn't appreciate his ear and neck dripping with drool.]

Cheer up, Fraser, we're goin' to a wedding.