Fraser relaxed a little bit, stepping back. Ray was prone to tossing whatever donut, candy, or leftover Chinese was handy Dief's way, but scout's honor was scout's honor. He was sure he'd keep his word.

Dief, who had fewer illusions on that front, shot Ray a knowing look and whuffed, pawing at his leg. They were going to talk about this later, right? And by talk, he meant eat junk food together. He knew the score.

Fraser eyed Dief skeptically, then looked up at Ray and smiled, caught a little off-guard by the grin on his face. It was hard to explain -- when Ray smiled like that, it was like... like... well, he didn't have an appropriate metaphor, but Ray's smile was very... infectious. With the full force of it turned on one it was almost impossible not to feel just a little bit better about the state of things and nearly as difficult not to smile back. Fraser didn't even try to fight it.

Besides, having his partner back was worth grinning like an idiot over.

"All right -- let's go have a look at your tent, shall we?" He nodded towards the encampment. "Lead the way."