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[the_cop]

Ray knew Horatio wasn't big into Thanksgiving, seeing as how they didn't have it in England or whatever, but he decided to make them a nice dinner to celebrate anyhow. He got the food together, got some wine off somebody, he had it all planned out. Just him and Horatio, nice romantic holiday dinner.

Only, Constable ate it.

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[strandedseaman]

Horatio wasn't far from home when an odd sound reached his ears. From what he could tell, it consisted of a studied variation on every curse word the English language could boast, mingled with the unrepentant yaps of a canine.

"Oh dear," said Horatio, hurrying on, and burst onto the scene just in time to witness Ray's little dance over what looked to be a very fine meal, had it not been on the ground.

[the_cop]

"That mutt ate our fuckin' dinner!" Ray burst out, pointing at Constable, who seemed torn between cheerfully greeting Horatio and cowering. "Put him back inside his mother!"

[strandedseaman]

Assessing the situation, Horatio found he had neither time nor inclination to discuss the myriad scientific improbabilities of the reverse birthing of a full grown dog.

"Ray," he said, stepping past Constable to lay a hand on his husband's shoulder, "calm down. I'm sure there's something we can salvage."

[the_cop]

"There isn't!" Ray said, the pitch of his voice a little higher than usual. "Jesus, that was a great dinner. A surprise! And now it's got dog drool on it."

"That's it, I'm just...I'm gonna have to kill the dog. Say goodbye, Constable, you're our new turkey dinner."