One Line Prompt: "What do we do with it?"
"It's...nice, I guess, but what the hell do we do with it?"
Kiliane couldn't help but laugh at James' expression as he looked at their latest 'gift'. In the year since the end of the Reaper War, she had received many such gifts from people throughout the galaxy. They were grateful for all she had done, and everyone of them meant well. Well...almost everyone. She was certain the person who sent the latest gift had meant well. And it was obviously hand-made and had taken a lot of work.
But James was right. There wasn't a lot of room in their modest apartment for a life-size sculpture of what appeared to be her standing atop a dead Reaper. At least, she thought that's what it was supposed to be. It was kind of hard to tell for sure. There hadn't been any note with it, and she had no idea where it had come from.
She grinned at him and said, "Maybe we can have it installed in the mess on the Normandy. Then everyone can enjoy it."
"Only if you let me set up a hidden camera behind it. I want to relive everyone's reaction to this masterpiece over and over."
"Deal."