Wreck-Gar was confused.
He lay in a bunk, thinking over the thing everyone had been talking about all day. It was dark, and he could feel Ratchet beside him in recharge.
"Hey, Chett? Are you awake?" He asked his bondmate, leaning over him. "Chett! Are you awake?"
Ratchet groaned in irritation. "I am now. What is it?"
"What is Christmas?"
Ratchet frowned thoughtfully. "Well… it's a human holiday where friends and family get together and exchange gifts. Is that all you needed? Because I'd like to get back to sleep."
"What kind of gifts?" Wreck-Gar asked curiously, ignoring Ratchet's unsubtle complaint.
"Any kind. Whatever you think the person will like."
"Where does it come from?"
"Wreck-Gar, can I please go back to sleep?" If he kept this up, they'd both be up all night.
"Should I give you a gift?" Wreck-Gar asked, again ignoring the medic's question, still leaning over Ratchet's shoulder to look at the medic's face.
"If you want. Some human myth says a fat man in a red suit will do it."
"What's his name?"
"Santa Claus."
Wreck-Gar frowned. "Santa-Claus? That's a weird name."
Ratchet shrugged. "I didn't come up with it. Any more questions before I go back to sleep?"
Wreck-Gar opened his mouth to speak, but Ratchet cut him off. "No? Good. Now good night."
"Good night." The younger 'bot said with a pouty frown. "I love you."
"I love you too."
A few moments passed in silence before Wreck-Gar's voice came once more from the darkness. "Does Santa-Claus give presents to everyone?"
"Only people who have been good all year." Ratchet growled.
"Do you think he'll give me a gift?"
Ratchet sighed. "Only if you let me go to sleep."
"Oh. Okay. Goodnight, Chett."
"Goodnight."