"Ah, there Ray, look."

"Wow Benny, you were right." Ray shook his head, not quite believing his eyes. They were in the middle of Target, haggling over new silverware ("flatware" his internal Fraser voice said) for their place. Fraser wanted the sturdy, dependable fork-knife-spoon camping combo ("Why on earth would I need two different spoons for the same meal, Ray?" Fraser had asked - and supposedly Canadians were more cultured. Hah.); Ray was still angling for the full dining set, and since he ended up doing most of the cooking he figured he'd win this battle. Just like he'd won the sheet battle (Fraser had recoiled in horror at the price of the sheets, until he'd actually lain on them) and the paint battle (although the bedroom stayed white, because that's what Fraser was most comfortable with). For now the silverware ("flatware") was forgotten entirely while they stared across the aisle.

"What did I tell you?" It was unusual for Fraser to stare, but it couldn't be helped.

Ray nodded. "She has the shiniest hair I've ever seen."

Happy DS-versary! Good luck with the internet connection. :)