Home Cooking
Author's Note: A collection of drabbles/one-shots revolving around #31 of the Royai 100 Themes. The pieces aren't in any chronological order unless otherwise specified (i.e. Part I of XYZ and Part II of XYZ, etc). They're just sort of like snapshots of random moments. Because I like food. And cooking :D
Slight spoilers for Chapter 58 (aka Roy's alchemy training).
Yay for airport delays and plot bunnies!
Disclaimer: I don't own FMA. FMA is copyright under Hiromu Arakawa, BONES, Aniplex, etc.
One: Pancakes
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After Riza's mother died, her father taught her the only things he knew how to cookâbeef stew, a good pot of coffee, chocolate cake, and pancakes. He once quietly remarked to her that those were the only things with which Riza's mother would actually trust him to make.
So when 12 year-old Roy Mustang said that he preferred French toast to pancakes his first morning there, 10 year-old Riza looked at him incredulously. She placed a small fist on her hip and glared at him. Her father wasn't up yet so it was just the two of them at the kitchen table. The nerve of this boy, she thought angrily, I make him something special for his first day of training, and this is how he thanks me!
"What?!" he asked.
"You're going to eat the pancakes, and you're going to like them, Mr. Mustang," she responded fiercely. Admittedly she was surprised at her own boldness. She would usually clam up in a similar situation, but for some reason she was able to retort cheekily to this new student of her father.
Roy audibly gulped and stuffed half of a fair sized pancake into his mouth. He gagged. Riza ran over to him and pounded on his back a couple of times.
"Are you all right?" she asked genuinely concerned as he spit some out into a napkin, "I would suggest you don't do that again, Mr. Mustang." She added with a maternal air.
"Yeah," he said, coughing a little.
She sat down in front of her own plate of pancakes and looked at him thoughtfully.
"What now?" he asked wearily.
"How about this...I'll make French toast for you, but you have to wash the breakfast dishes any time I do. You don't like pancakes. And I don't like washing dishes."
"Okay," he grinned.
Riza smiled conspiratorially, "Now finish your pancakes."
Roy groaned. Riza gave him the darkest look a ten year-old could muster.
Needless to say, there wasn't a pancake crumb left on his plate.
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