table, chair, dead fly, yougurt, oosik, and shoelace.

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"Uh, Fraser?  What's that?"

Fraser looked over his shoulder to see what Ray was referring to.  "It's an oosik, Ray."

"A whatsik?"

"Oosik.  It's the bone from a walrus' penis."

Ray quickly pulled his hand back, relieved that he had never actually made contact with the curved piece of bone.  Taking a closer look, he could indeed see that it had the appearance of a penis.  But why in the world would someone keep the bone of a walrus' penis in his office?

"Frase?  Why do you have an uhsik in your office?"

"Oosik."  Fraser put down the paperwork that he was trying to sort onto the table at the side of the office, and turned his attention once more to his partner.  "Maggie sent it to me."

"Why?"

Fraser rolled his eyes.  "I don't know, Ray.  She just did."

"No need to be snarky, Fraser.  It was a reasonable question."

Sighing, Ben settled into his office chair.  "Yes, I know Ray.  I apologize.  Maggie mentioned something about having come across it while out working, and thought I might be interested in having something entirely un-Chicago in my office."

"Oh.  Now why couldn't you have just said that in the first place?"

Fraser simply got up and headed to the kitchen, returning a moment later with a container of yogurt.

"Yogurt?"

"Yogurt.  I haven't eaten yet today, but I didn't want anything much that would ruin my appitite."

"Oh."

As Fraser returned to his paper work, Ray sat across from him, propping his feet up on the desk.  Fraser looked at him sternly, but Ray simply smiled while moving his feet back and forth.

"Ray?"

Kowalski looked up to see Ben staring at him.  "Yeah?"  Waiting for a comment about his feet being on his desk, he was surprised when Fraser commented, "Your shoelace is untied."

Ray quirked an eyebrow, but brought his feet to the floor, and retied his work boot, adding an extra knot to prevent having Fraser from having to point such a menial thing out again.

"Frase?"

"Yes, Ray?"

"When's the last time you cleaned this place?"

Sighing yet again, Fraser put his work down, and looked at his partner.

"I mean, I don't see any dust or anything, but you do have a dead fly belly up on your windowsill."

"Ray?"

"Yeah?"

"How soon would you like to eat?"

"Uh, pretty?"

"Then be quiet, and let me get my work done."

"Geeze.  Whatever happened to Mister Polite Mountie?"

"Shut up, Ray."

Ray laughed.  "Understood."
 

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