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“I’m home!” Winry said, walking through the door with a bag in her hand. Ed kissed her on the forehead.
“How was the optometrist?” He asked.
“I’ve avoided glasses for another year!” Winry exclaimed.
“What’s in the bag, then?”
“I picked up some ice cream on the way home. Want some?”
“Yeah!” Ed grabbed two bowls and Winry scooped some of the creamy desert into both.
After tasting some, Ed made a strange face and looked his wife dead in the eye. “Winry. Is this just frozen milk?”
“IT WAS THE ONLY WAY TO MAKE YOU EAT SOME!” Winry shouted.