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[The feed turns on to show Riza sitting at the kitchen table again, this time with a few bowls filled with huge globs of ice cream. She has one in front of herself.]

Unless the Animus have another trick up their sleeves, I believe this is the last meal from the sky we'll receive. Therefore, I've saved some ice cream for any friends who'd like to celebrate the end of the week with me.

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Colonel, I've saved one bowl specifically for you. It's in the ice box if you'd like to...join me later.

[She blushes a little bit at the end of her statement before turning off the feed.]

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Thank goodness! I tried to save some of that food, but there's only so much you can put in a hole in the ground to keep it cold.

You can have the ice cream, though.

That's true. At least we won't have to watch the skies afterward. I hope.

Perhaps Alphonse would like to join instead?

Al's a sucker for sweets.

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How's Maes holding up? I heard Mrs Hughes went... home.

Well then, if it holds out long enough, we'll have to see if I can bait him into visiting.

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She did. He's down, as can be expected, but he'll pull through. He's strong.

I doubt you'll be twisting his arm too hard.

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If you need help from us for him, we're there. He ... He's kind of like a dad to us, and I don't want to ignore that.

Hm.

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I understand. I'll let you know if we need your help.

Nice thought, Lieutenant.
I'll have to pass this time. I made a mess in the house with the pasta storm.

Thanks anyway,
J.W. Havoc

Edited 2009-12-13 00:24 (UTC)

I saw. I wish you luck with the cleanup and hope you haven't been turned off from pasta from now on.

You know you're always welcome, Havoc.

[When his response starts, he's still trying to fix his hair, and he looks down at the PCD a little startled, before smiling.]

... Join you.

Does it have to be later?

It doesn't have to be, Sir. Whenever you'd like.

Well, I could eat ice cream right now?

Indeed you could.

[He looks a little unsure, but smiles and nods slowly, before shutting off the PCD.]

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It's a few moments before he wanders into the kitchen, pausing for just a moment to take in the sight.

"In the ice box?"

[She smiles at him as he walks into the kitchen.]

Yes, Sir.

[He fights off the slight blush, and moves over to the ice box, smirking at the bowl and grabbing a spoon before settling down in the chair adjacent to her, having a moment to wonder whether sitting opposite might be better. It isn't long until he's settled, eyes on the bowl.]

It's been an odd event, hasn't it?

[She starts to eat her ice cream slowly, secretly enjoying the sweet taste on her tongue. It's not every day a girl can spoil herself. Ice cream and a boyfriend. That thought causes her to stall in her actions only momentarily; she's still getting used to accepting that truth.]

It has. But it should be over now.

[He took a moment to look up at her, head slightly tipped. This was so surreal - he just hoped he got used to it sooner rather than later. 'Take things slow' Maes had said - and this was good. They were spending time together.]

It's funny, not so long ago Edward was asking if we had enough food for the winter. I suppose after this we do.

[The way he looked at her was strange, but she let it go. This whole life was strange, after all.]

That is if the food stays after the week ends. It hasn't lasted so far.

[He was a little unsure of the way she was acting, but said nothing - at least for now. The explanation that the food wasn't lasting made him pull a face.]

Oh... It hasn't?

[She shakes her head, a sad look tinting her eyes.]

[After seeing the look in her eyes he frowns, setting the spoon down to watch her.]

... Is everything okay?

I'm sorry, what?

J-just for reference! Um...uh...n-need for...making something...

You mean sewing? ~~I'm sure that's illegal in some way...~~

Either way, I don't have my uniform here as I wasn't wearing it when I arrived.

[ooc: Strikes are gone.]

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