Prompt: I Don't Think Its Supposed to Look Like That, Commander
Kaidan, fresh (and exhausted) from drill duty with the rest of his squad of marines, rounded the bulkhead and stopped in his tracks. There was an unusually large crowd in the Normandy's mess. It looked like most of engineering, part of the bridge crew and a few of the techs from CIC. Even Joker was there leaning on his crutches.
Kaidan was about to speak up and break up whatever it was they were doing, but spotted Pressly among the crowd of personnel, and if Pressly had sanctioned this gathering then Kaidan definitely wanted in on it. There had been too little time lately to relax.
"So, what is it?" Ashley's voice floated up from amidst the crowd. It sounded like she was sitting at the mess table. Shepard's throaty chuckle was the reply.
Now, Kaidan was especially curious and nudged his way in. To his dismay, Shepard was sculpting a - yeah, what was it? – out of the smashed potatoes on her tray.
"You can't tell?" Shepard asked, her voice cool and amused. There were several snickers to Kaidan's left, and he took note of the culprits in case he needed to for later. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Pressly jot down something on his datapad and had to suppress a grin. If he didn't get them, the Normandy's XO would.
"Well, it's…" Ashley started but stopped, as she tried to figure out what it was that Shepard was sculpting and not look like an ass. "It's creative, Skipper," she opted.
Shepard rolled her eyes. "It's the Citadel," she announced with a smile. Confused faces greeted her and her lump of mashed potatoes.
"I don't think it's supposed to look like that, Commander," Kaidan said before he could stop himself, and all eyes turned to him.
Oh, damn.
"Uh, that is…" He cleared his throat.
Ah, hell.
Kaidan took a breath and then stepped up beside her, grabbing a spoon. "How about this…?"