Ed sat in the chair, fidgeting as the supervisor of the library bore all her attention on to the little piece of paper in front of her.

Edward tries to calm his unnaturally edgy nerves, confused by his own nervousness.

It was just a job interview. For a position at a library. All he needed to do was submit his résumé for review and survive a small, all but five minute interview. No big deal. This was like a walk in the park compared to the State Alchemy test.

And yet, when the supervisor finally turned her sharp eyes away from his résumé to rest on him, he felt a fairly well sized ball of nerves bundle up into a tight knot in his stomach.

"Well," she began crisply, "you seem to be very well qualified for the job position."

The knotted nerves uncoiled a little bit as Edward's hope of finally finding a decent job in the crap economy that was post-World War I Germany grabbed hold of his heart.

"But I have to ask you, do you think you'll be able to handle shelving books onto the top shelves. You seem rather small for your age."

Needless to say, Ed's wild outburst of "Who are you calling a bean sized squirt you prude cow!" did not land him the job.