Oh my God. Oh my God. I love you. This? THIS IS DINNER, OK? This is the best kind of filling, tasty, special, and stay-with-you dinner. You had me from the first, and you were worried about Frannie? She was phenomenal. Absolutely PHENOMENAL. She was funny, and sweet, and hysterical, and OH SO Frannie, and Ray was PERFECT and Fraser was perfect and kept cracking me up. The interactions between all the characters - oh my God, Welsh! WELSH! - were dead on, just SPOT ON, and this was so delightful, I can't even tell you. I just... I just... this was FANTASTIC. And made me so happy, even if I did wake up at 5 and couldn't get back to sleep. Just...dalksd;aksd;laskdlk!!! AH! It's so vivid, you can just see it happening, in an episode, just...perfect.
Ok, I will attempt to do more detail now...
"I tried. He keeps–" She looked down and tucked her hair back, trying not to show that she was hurt. "He keeps pretending he's got something in his ear."
"Well, this is Fraser we're talking about, you know, he might have something in his ear."
First time realizing I wanted to have your babies. Oh my God. I had to physically restrain myself from laughing outloud and waking the household.
Frannie drawing on Ray and thinking he looks like a drowned Rat! Ray's "Izzat so?" (Oh, baby...) Fraser FOLLOWING THEM! His conversation with this father!
OH MY GOD, the FRUITBOWL! *DIES* The part that broke me and I had to wait five minutes before continuing to read because I was convulsing with laughter was the entire station watching Frannie's painting. And then Ray's. But especially just realizing that it wasn't the art class anymore, but the STATION. OH MY GOD.
There was just so many tiny moments that were PRICELESS, and I'm pretty sure they were every other sentence or more. Seriously, you have such a capacity for humor, I just can't get over it. It's funny, and vivid, and perfect, and gorgeous. Tiny details, like Fraser wishing he could just be friends with Frannie, and her big brown eyes, and oh man, the ending, with Ray drawing on Fraser (kink, kink, kink) and of COURSE Fraser could tell what he was writing, and the last sentence...all of it, was perfection. Thank you SO much for writing. I just...this was DELIGHTFUL.
(Also, it brought me back to my art class and made me very, very happy. Oh, those lights and darks. I'm even more nostalgic now than I was before.)
You? ROCK SO MUCH.
P.S. Oh, and just quoting one of my favorite bits:
"Lemme think. It's Chicago. The Windy City. And when it's not forty below, there's the bullets. No, Francesca, I do not have a deep base tan, thank you for asking."
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Date: 2006-02-10 10:55 am (UTC)Ok, I will attempt to do more detail now...
"I tried. He keeps–" She looked down and tucked her hair back, trying not to show that she was hurt. "He keeps pretending he's got something in his ear."
"Well, this is Fraser we're talking about, you know, he might have something in his ear."
First time realizing I wanted to have your babies. Oh my God. I had to physically restrain myself from laughing outloud and waking the household.
Frannie drawing on Ray and thinking he looks like a drowned Rat! Ray's "Izzat so?" (Oh, baby...) Fraser FOLLOWING THEM! His conversation with this father!
OH MY GOD, the FRUITBOWL! *DIES* The part that broke me and I had to wait five minutes before continuing to read because I was convulsing with laughter was the entire station watching Frannie's painting. And then Ray's. But especially just realizing that it wasn't the art class anymore, but the STATION. OH MY GOD.
There was just so many tiny moments that were PRICELESS, and I'm pretty sure they were every other sentence or more. Seriously, you have such a capacity for humor, I just can't get over it. It's funny, and vivid, and perfect, and gorgeous. Tiny details, like Fraser wishing he could just be friends with Frannie, and her big brown eyes, and oh man, the ending, with Ray drawing on Fraser (kink, kink, kink) and of COURSE Fraser could tell what he was writing, and the last sentence...all of it, was perfection. Thank you SO much for writing. I just...this was DELIGHTFUL.
(Also, it brought me back to my art class and made me very, very happy. Oh, those lights and darks. I'm even more nostalgic now than I was before.)
You? ROCK SO MUCH.
P.S. Oh, and just quoting one of my favorite bits:
"Lemme think. It's Chicago. The Windy City. And when it's not forty below, there's the bullets. No, Francesca, I do not have a deep base tan, thank you for asking."