"Sun Mung Moon?" Hmm. "That the place on Jackson with the really good egg rolls? I miss the really good egg rolls too, Fraser, but I don't think the Hat's a fan." Ray scratched the back of his neck, thoughtfully. "Don't even think the thing can eat. If it can, that's not something I want to watch. Ever."

"Yeah, good luck to you too, Turnbull," Ray waved, figuring Turnbull would need luck with...pretty much everything in his life. Ray was thoughtful like that.

"Oh! Turnbull, wait up." Ray picked Fraser's bag up off the ground -not stumbling AT ALL, and anyone who imagined otherwise was smoking something- and held it out to the exiting Mountie. "Carry this back to the tent, would ya? Me and Fraser got stuff to do."