Pinako hated having to do this.

The three children ran around in the front yard in an intense game of tag. Ed was hardly participating, and was having much difficulty adjusting to his new prosthetic limbs. but the naive, stubborn, moron chase after Winry and his brother anyways. He winced as the joint bent and flexed, but like everything else, he blew off the pain, and tried to enjoy the warm summer's day.
It had already been 9 months since his surgery, and his rehabilitation, must to his pride, was nearly complete.
Pinako sighed, and stepped into the blazing June sun, and glanced at the children. Alphonse brought up the Question earlier that day.
"if Alchemy is based on the law of equivalent exchange, and alchemists have struggled for so long to come up with a way to create life, then how are babies made."
Ed answered the boy in armor with a gruff tone, "Its simple Al, the babies are planted in the soil, and they grow from the ground in a patch. when they've grown them enough, people come to pick the babies like pumpkins. I suppose they all go a pick the handsome healthy babies, and abandon the ugly sickly babies for the losers that come later."
Winry smacked her hand to her forehead. "Ed, you're an idiot. Babies come from the mommy's tummy!"
"The mommy's eat the babies?" Alphonse exclaimed, horrorstricken by the thought
"…Well, i guess"
"That's ridiculous" Ed sighed, " if the babies come from the mommy's how do they get there?"
" I guess," Winry thought, "they just….do?"
"That contradicts equivalent exchange"
'"Do you have to connect absolutely everything to Alchemy Ed?"

Pinako eventually decided if she didn't tell them this now, then they'll never know. It was only a matter of time before Ed left to become a state alchemist, and she had put this off for long enough.
"Winry, Al, Shorty" she called, Ed turned, a murderous look on his face, and began his rant. Pinako ignored him, "i need to talk to you guys about something." Her serious tone made the three children obey her, and they followed her inside, and sat at the kitchen table. The stout old woman remained standing and sighed. Here goes nothing she thought.
"i couldn't help but overhear your conversation earlier." she began, "And in all honesty, Winry was the closest in theory, most likely because she's experienced a small bit of the process first hand." Alphonse whimpered in horror. "and no, Al, your mother never ate you. It all starts when a Man meets a woman. when they love each other very, very much…"

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