December 02nd
- « I can't believe you ate my chocolate! »
- « … are you seriously mad at me because I ate a chocolate you haven't had from your advent calendar?»
- « I was saving it! »
- « The point of the all thing is to eat a chocolate a day. Not saving it for the 25th or more likely, when you shit for brain remembers you put a tantrum at the supermarket to have one. »
- « Still, this does not entitle you to steal MY chocolate.»
- « It is just a chocolate, Altaïr. Here, have one from my box. » The brunette was feeling that as this conversation made no sense, it could not have an end. So better close it down quickly and be done with you.
- « Don't want yours. »
- « Mine are better. Look, this one has the shape of a Santa Claus. »
- « You don't even believe in Christmas, Malik! »
- « But in Chocolate, I do... »
- « Infidel, I shall kick you out my sanctuary!» And Altaïr gave a kitchen towel slap into Malik's thigh. The older one yelped more of surprise than pain, and exited the kitchen where his friend was cooking dinner... and munching furiously on his second-but-first chocolate of his advent calendar.