Just a rather corny idea I had. I don't own FMA, I don't own a lot of things, although I wish I did...
Bad Day
A bad day for Roy Mustang usually meant rain, snow or some form of water that would render his alchemy useless. However, the words bad day can also be defined, in at least his dictionary as seeing Edward Elrich, almost getting killed, or having to deal with paperwork. Rain is the most common form of a bad day since Edward Elrich returns to report to him only rarely. Paperwork comes second being it that he has a neat mountain on his desk every day. And the least common type of a bad day would be almost getting killed. All things considered he was the Flame Alchemist, anyone who tried to kill him would be burned to a crisp, and if the perpetrator desired, rare, medium rare or well done. Sometimes he wondered why he was not blessed with superb culinary skills. As great an alchemist he was, and as close as alchemy was with cooking, he was no chef. The only thing that he could make without fault was a frozen dinner being all he had to do was thaw them out with a small flame. As far as Roy knew, none of the four aforementioned things have happened all in one day.
Until now.