Ugh. Bureaucrats.

I’ve perfected the art of sleeping with my eyes open.

In my defence, calling someone’s waist supportive is a good compliment.

And knees.

Why did anyone think mixing Turian’s with the cold was a good idea?

Damn right I’m complaining. This is cold as hell. I can’t feel my mandibles.

Why is the expression “cold as hell”? The imagery associated with hell is warm. Hot. Burning, actually.

Movie night.

Wine counts as juice.

We can have a bar in the lounge but I can’t calibrate loudly. Bullshit.

Actually, not really bullshit. Drinking and incompetent fools with guns? Yeah, let’s not go there.

That being said, I still have the greatest shot in the galaxy.

Shepard, prepare the henna.

Jack? Get the alcohol ready.

We’re going to discuss the importance of Turian war paint.

Kaidan can join on the condition he too gets henna’d up.

Miranda can.. bring the cold.

Drunken battery times.

Merry Christmas! And happy holidays. The person who got me whisky: thank you.

I? Too tall? Nonsense.