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Ching Tai [Sunday Evening]

Fraser's waiting just inside the door of the restaurant, trying to look as a suave as possible. Of course, if you know Fraser, you know that's not very suave at all. He keeps straightening up or combing fingers through his hair to check for cowlicks and the odd hair that wants to stick up.

Throughout the entire walk into town, he'd eyed the sky, checking for aliens or any other invader that might choose to take his words from yesterday and turn them on their head. Luckily, besides an errant rock that he'd nearly slipped on, everything was normal.

[Up early so I don't forget omg. Fraser's here for Ellen but open for your dining needs.]

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Fraser might recognise the Hat on the figure that zoomed by him at top speed, trailing the Maple Leaf Forever.

He was singing it, too.

He just didn't know all the words.

"That's my hat," Fraser said lamely, pointing. "My hat! One of my hats."

Ellen did in fact own a skirt and a nice, blouse-y shirt, and this did seem like the opportunity to wear them. A little bit of make-up, some extra care with her hair, and soon she was spotting Fraser as she came into the restaurant, smiling. "Benton. Fancy seein' you here."

Fraser stopped messing with his hair and smiled when she came in. "And yourself as well. I've been known to stand in doors of restaurants just waiting for the first person to recognize me."

"Well, I hope you haven't been waiting too long," she said, trying not to seem nervous. Not that she was, or at least not very much, but it had been a long time since her last date...

"Not at all," he said. "I've been entertaining myself with making sure my hair wasn't sticking on end and staring at a student who took my hat a few weeks back. So, not long at all. You look very nice tonight."

"Thank you," Ellen said, pleased. "You do too, and did you just say a student took your hat?"

"During a detention, yes," he said and offered his arm. "It's about the fourth hat I've had taken this semester."

"Are they in fashion?" She asked, bemused, as she took his arm.

"Doubtful," he said and he found an empty table and pulled out her chair. "One I gave away as a prize in a game show contest at the school, two were stolen by a fellow teacher, and one was taken by a student."

So not mentioning the pink hair.

Ellen sat down with a smile of gratitude. "Probably for the novelty, then. I'll bet most of these kids have never seen a real live Mountie before," she said.

"I believe you're right," he said, taking his own seat. "At least they're only taking my hat and not other items of clothing, right?"

"You could've been out an expensive coat, or a nice pair of boots," Ellen agreed. "So how long have you been a Mountie, by the way?"

"Well over ten years," Fraser replied thoughtfully. "Time's gone by rather quickly. I didn't think I'd ever leave Canada and then I ended up in Chicago. And then here."

"What were you in Chicago for?" she asked, picking up one of the menus that the waiter dropped by and opening it to skim the contents.

He did the same and was quiet for a moment. "I'd traveled there originally to solve the murder of my father. After that, I remained attached as liaison to the Canadian consulate."

Ellen's expression became solemn, voice lowering slightly as she gave him a sympathetic look. "I'm sorry to hear that," she said. "Did you do it? Solve the crime, I mean."

"Thank you," he said, ducking his head briefly. "And yes. It was tied into a rather large plot that implicated many people. But, yes, it was solved. And I chose to stay in Chicago after that. And yourself? What did you do prior to coming here?"

She smiled. "I have a tavern back in Nebraska, name of Harvelle's Roadhouse, that I plan on going back to someday," she said. "Been keeping that place going since before Jo was born."

At the mention of Jo's name, Fraser laughed. "Jo is very...protective of you, I've learned."

Ellen sighed and looked pained. "Did she threaten you?"

"Not at all," he said, shaking his head. "She wanted to know my intentions and wanted to make sure when I said dessert, I meant dessert and not something entirely different."

Another sigh. "Lord, that girl..." She gave Fraser an apologetic look. "I'm sorry."

"No need to apologize," he said, waving a hand. "She was just protecting you. I can understand that. It was probably somewhat my fault for not being up on the latest innuendo around here."

"Somehow I think no matter what you said, Jo would be thinking it was indecent," Ellen said dryly. She smiled as she looked at Benton, curious. "Have you ever been married?"

"Not yet," he said, smiling. "Well, at least not legally."

Okay, that gave her pause. "Not legally?" She cocked an eyebrow. "Or is that the kind of story you need to tell with a lot more alcohol?"

"Oh, it's not a bad story at all," he said. "Principal Washburn and I let one of the students marry us when they all turned into children about a year back. So, yes, I did get married. It just wasn't legal. But it was adorable."

"Awww, that's sweet," Ellen said, grinning. "So the kids had their own day? I'm glad to hear it, but I don't envy y'all that had to watch 'em."

"Oh yes, they definitely had their own day," he said. "I fake married several of them as well. I even refrained from the 'you're far too young' lecture just because it was very...cute."

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