So! Steph was apparently a
Teacher's Assistant, now. Nifty! Also, scary. Pants-wetting, even. But still nifty. All she needed now was someone to beat up in class, and she knew just the man for the job.
Fraser,
Hey! How are you? I am fine. And bad at writing letters, but Buff very badly needs the exercise. He's on a diet for the new year.
Anyway, I've got some pretty exciting news! I was wondering if you were free for lunch and maybe felt like going into town? It's okay if you've got stuff going on - I can just swing by later!
-Steph
Hey, if you were going to ask a man to be your practice dummy, you could at least buy him lunch. Not that Fraser would probably let her buy him lunch. It went against his Mountie code or something, which was weird, because Steph was pretty sure Mounties made five dollars a year plus pine cones.