Pinako walked out of her room early in the morning to get breakfast started when she saw Ed at the stove. The women frowned. Ed had barely been permitted to walk about the house, but as soon as Pinako had allowed it, the boy was energized and moving at all hours.
"What are you doing with my kettle, boy?" Pinako asked. Ed jumped, startled at the sudden spectator he hadn't noticed prior. "You gonna stare at me all day or answer me, boy?"
"I was makin' herbal tea," Ed answered. Pinako raised an eyebrow, prodding the eleven-year old to elaborate. "Winry isn't feeling well and asked me to tell you. I didn't want to wake you and figured I could do it myself," the boy explained.
Pinako''s other eyebrow joined in raising. She knew Winry wasn't going to be feeling well for the next three to five days, but she hadn't expected Ed to do anything about that.
"You finish that tea and get your butt on the sofa," Pinako ordered. "And you better not push yourself."
"I won't," Ed replied. After a few moments – under Pinako's supervision – Ed took the kettle off the stove, pouring the tea into a cup before taking both the kettle and cup upstairs to Winry.
Pinako sighed.
How did Ed know about herbal tea easing cramps?