#kinda lame and poorly executed but it made me giggle

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“Who ate all the advent calendar chocolates?!” for Letha please?? :o

Thanks for the prompt. ^_^ Sorry it took a while, but hopefully it was worth the wait! This was fun to write. 

“Ugh, Omega,” Letha mumbled, stomping her way through the CIC and strapping her newly-found M-12 Locust to her waist.

Garrus, close behind and inspecting his omni-tool, chuckled. “It’s not so bad, once you get used to the stench.”

“It’s definitely a step down from our last mission.” Hock’s mansion had been a nice reprieve from the grimy places her team kept finding themselves in over the past few weeks. It really wasn’t getting Letha into the Christmas spirit, despite her bias towards the holiday. 

But at least I have the advent calendar to look forward to, she thought as she approached the spot she kept it, propped up on a largely unused console near the back of the cockpit. The crew had gotten it for her as a joke – someone must have blabbed both about her fondness of the human holiday season, and about her no-longer-ironic love for the Blasto film franchise, because there it was one day: a Blasto-themed advent calendar, each day marked with a different quote. Today’s was, “Enkindle this, criminal scum!”

Snickering and vowing to shout that line in the middle of a fight someday, Letha poked at the box, intending to get the chocolate inside and pop it in her mouth on her way out to the airlock. But as her finger pet the flap covering the day, it pushed through readily – it was already open, and no chocolate was inside.She began poking at each of the boxes remaining for the month, and found that each had been opened and emptied.

“Are you kidding me?” she grumbled.Who ate all the advent calendar chocolates?! It certainly wasn’t one of the regular Cerberus crew, they were too skittish around her to risk her anger. With a frown, she realized who spent all his time in this area of the ship. “Joker! Did you eat my chocolates?”

Swiveling around in his pilot’s chair, he adjusted his cap. “Why am I the first one you blame?” 

“Because they’re right next to you!”

“Commander, I wouldn’t touch those space port chocolates with a ten foot pole,” he told her, holding out an indignant finger. “They are all wrong.”

“Then who?” Letha snapped around to Garrus, who was standing behind her with his mandibles flared in amusement. 

When he saw her glare, he held up his hands, wiping the expression off his face. “Hey, don’t look at me. I can’t even digest those things.”

Just then, the airlock door burst open, and a booming voice filled the stagnant air of the ship, paired with the sound of heavy, baby-krogran-sized footsteps. 

“Shepard,” Grunt said, using one of his fingers to pick his teeth as he strode into the cockpit, “got any more of those human candies? They’re pretty tasty, even though that sticky stuff is caught in my teeth.”

Letha scowled at the krogan, then pushed past him and made her way towards the airlock herself, opening her comms. “Samara, Shepard here. Grunt just volunteered himself for being Ardat-Yakshi bait. Think it could work?”