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Shepard threw her head back and groaned. She exited out of the store’s kiosk and frowned at the expanse of stores ahead of her. She groaned, again, and massaged one of her temples.
Tali placed a hand on her shoulder. “Everything okay?”
Shepard rolled her head lazily toward Tali. “Have I ever told you how much I hate Christmas?”
“Oh, don’t be such a Scrooge!” Tali batted at her arm and chuckled. “You just hate the Christmas shopping.”
She sighed. “Honestly, I’m just impressed you could make that reference.”
“Don’t deflect. We have a lot of shopping to do.” Tali linked their arms and Shepard wished, not for the first time, that she could see the glee that the quarian was radiating. “Come on. It’ll be fun.”
“Try torturous.”
“Scrooge,” Tali said, in what could loosely be described as a cough.
“I am still your commanding officer,” she grumbled as Tali dragged her into the next store. “I can make you do grunt work when we get back to the ship.”
“Whatever you say, Shepard.”