I wrote this to procrastinate Altruism and so I could prove I'm not just a dark writer. Enjoy!
It had been a very long, and fatiguing, work day for Edward. Some days he couldn't help but think Winry was his slave driver, considering all the things she made him do. Today, he fixed all of the fencing around the house, raked the vast yard, and he repainted most of the house's siding. Overall, it had been a tenacious and exhausting day.
"Brother! Winry says you can come inside to eat, now!" Al called from an open window. Ed grunted; he was given permission to go inside. Sometimes he swore Al and Winry enjoyed giving him pointless tasks and ordering him around. It was ridiculous.
When he walked through the door, the overwhelming smell of succulent stew made him forget about his negative thoughts about working all day. He joined his family at the table, and he sloppily filled his bowl with the aromatic food. Like always, it was deliciously made. Ed grabbed seconds and thirds, then he eyed the apple pie that was nearly begging to be eaten. Still, he knew if he didn't wait for everyone else to finish, Winry would attempt to give him a concussion with a hidden wrench. Were she kept those, he didn't know, and he really didn't ever want to know.
While he was waiting for the slowpokes to finish, he casually reached for his glass to take a drink. He stopped immediately when he saw the contents of the cup; it was white.
"Hey, what's this?" Ed asked while sloshing the suspicious liquid around in the cup.
"Nothing." Al said a bit too quickly.
"Just drink it." Winry stated strongly.
"Do you guys really think you can trick me? I know this is milk. Stupid cow juice…" Ed crossed his arms childishly after slamming the cup as far away from himself as possible. At supper, he always had a glass of juice or water; not vile secretions.
"It didn't come from a cow, Brother." Al grinned while slurping the stew.
"Really?" Ed reconsidered the liquid and he inspected the contents of the glass. It certainly looked like milk. Curiosity was starting to nag at him.
"I promise, it's not your so-called 'evil-cow juice'. Try it and you can have some pie." That was certainly tempting, and Winry wouldn't flat out lie to him. Neither would Al. Carefully, Ed sniffed the white liquid. "It's not going to bite you." Winry said with annoyance.
"Are you scared?" Al instigated.
"No!" Ed shouted assertively before taking a gulp of the drink. As soon as the liquid entered his mouth, he spit it back out, spraying everything in his vicinity. "What the hell?! You liars!" It was in fact, milk.
"We didn't lie!" Al and Winry were laughing in near unison.
"You told me it wasn't milk!"
"We never said that. We just said it didn't come from a cow." Al was smiling deviously. Ed cocked his head slightly with confusion.
"It's goat milk, dummy." Winry laughed hysterically upon seeing Ed's raged face.
"Traitors!" He hollered to both of them before pouncing up and crawling over the table to catch the perpetrators. At this point, he didn't care about the mess he was making, and he ruined all of the remaining food.
"Edward!" Winry pulled out one of her recognizable wrenches and she clocked Ed on the forehead. "You ruined my pie."
"How come this is turning on me?" Ed rubbed his throbbing head.
"Because you're a man." She stated simply before hitting him again.