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“Dig in, everyone.”
The sweet smell of home cooking filled Roy’s office and overpowered the ever-present scent of Havoc’s smoke as Kain Fuery unveiled a dish of warm, oven fresh pastries and presented them to his comrades. Everyone ate with gusto, complementing the soldier on his culinary skills.
“You’re gonna make someone a fine wife someday, Fuery,” Jean said, eyeballing the young man with a raised brow of interest.
“Sounds like you’re offering,” Riza muttered.
“Mmmggggdzzzzrggggddd.”
All eyes turned to Ed, whose hands and mouth were crammed full of food. It was truly a miracle that anyone else even had a chance at the dish with him around.
“Allow me to translate,” Roy offered with a shake of the head. “I believe he said, ‘My God, these are good.’”
After sparing the officer a glare of doom, which was offset by the crumbs that coated the lower part of his face, Ed turned to Fuery and nodded eagerly.
“What do you call these?” he asked, holding up one of the delicious goods before shoving it into his mouth.
“Sticky Buns,” Fuery said proudly.
Roy smirked as he wiped his hands with a napkin. “Oh, well that explains it. See, Fullmetal loves having sticky buns,” he said, favoring the teen with a sly smile. “Why, he already had sticky buns earlier this morning. Isn’t that right, Edward?”
Ed’s face turned crimson as a low round of chuckling resonated throughout the office.
“I… I don’t get it,” Fuery said, blinking innocently behind his glasses.
“Don’t worry,” Jean replied as he swooped in beside him. “I’ll be more than happy to show you what it means later.”