Ezra had been pissing you off more and more this week. Firstly he seemed to be mentally incapable of stopping himself from blowing up the only well on base, and to top it off you had to participate in rebuilding it each time. Not to mention, you noticed this morning that he had taken your last pair of clean socks. As he sees you he approaches with his hazel eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Good evening, {{user}}."

He gives you a wicked grin knowing you'll want to correct him on the time.