Joker was pissed.
He was used to the pranks. Hell, he played more than a few himself. However, everyone had their limits and his hat was sacred. He had woken up this morning from a particularly nasty nightmare which already fouled his mood. But when he reached for his hat and found it missing from its usual spot, his mood went from crap to shit instantly.
He had scoured the crew quarters, the guy's bathroom, even the women's. Nothing. His omni-tool beeped twice, letting him know he had just barely enough time to eat breakfast before he had to report to the cockpit. His mind was preoccupied with plans of revenge when he made his way to the mess. He grabbed a tray from Gardner and sat down at one of the tables, not even noticing his surroundings.
"Good morning, Joker. Sleep well?"
Joker looked up from his...were these supposed to be eggs?...and his jaw dropped. Shepard sat across from him, a smirk on her lips, his hat perched on her head.
"My hat!" he cried.
"Oh this?" She pulled hat down further on her head, the bill covering her eyes.
"Cute, Commander. Now give it back."
Shepard stood without answering and headed toward the elevator. "You want your hat back, you'll have to come up to my quarters and get it," she tossed over her shoulder.
Joker stared after her, for once at a loss for words. His day was definitely improving.