Forgot the disclaimer...I do not own FMA. I tried to update yesterday, but fanfiction was down.

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All the paperwork was done, and with nothing better to do, he left work early, leaving behind a message with Hawkeye. He stopped by the candy store, where the shopkeeper greeted him happily and the children who recognized him begged their parents to go to the gallery.

He purchased a week's supply (two bags full) of candy and walked out, several rebellious kids running out behind him, only to be called back by their parents. He left most of the candy at his small home and changed into clothing ore suitable for a commoner. He glanced in the mirror before he walked out, and saw that one piece of hair continued to stick up. Roy was almost in the right mind to burn it.

He entered the building behind a group of schoolchildren, who weren't too excited to be viewing art. One of the children, a small, blonde girl, decided to wander away from the group to walk beside him. Roy ignored her presence for awhile, then paused to admire the painting of a frog. It was so abstract, it was hard to tell exactly where the frog ended and the background began.

"I'm Emma Lee Rockbell," the girl said, timidly staring at her feet. "What's your name?"

Roy raised an eyebrow and nodded thoughtfully. "I'm Emma Lee..."

"Roy," he interrupted, the frog was beginning to annoy him. He continued on to the next painting. The little girl followed, her pigtails bouncing. Much to his dismay, the portrait was of Alex Armstrong. Roy's expression showed his disapproval.

"Excuse me, sir!" He jumped. It was the same woman from the day before. "I cannot view the art if you're standing in my way!" Her face was red and furious.

"You're an awfully rude lady!" Emma Lee exclaimed, and the woman fumed. "You're not the only one who wants to view art, you know. That's why it's available to the public! If you don't like it, go to your own private gallery!"

The woman didn't like being downsized by a child and stomped away. "Nice job," Roy smiled with contentment as he watched her leave. By the neighbouring painting, the elderly couple were clapping.

"You think?" Emma Lee's face lit up. She was sparkling. "I never seem to get anything right, according to my Mom. She tries to get me all interested in mechanics and that stuff!" her face flushed red and she rolled her eyes.

"You'd rather do something else?" Roy asked conversationally, moving on to a different painting.

"Yes!" she exclaimed. They stopped by a painting of Edward and Alphonse and suddenly she turned animated. "I mean, sure, I like doing the experiments with chemicals when Mom tells me too (They get all bubbly sometimes!) And I would love to act!" she twirled around and clapped her hands. "That would be so much more fun!"

Roy remained staring at the portrait. "Can you act out one of these two?" he said absent-mindedly. He waited to hear something and when he looked, she was holding her breath. She held up a finger and smiled excitedly.

"WHO ARE YOU CALLING A PINT-SIZED MIDGET!"

Roy's eyes widened, and he smiled. The small girl took a few gulps of breath, then visibly relaxed. She folded her hands in front of her, smiling. "Mom told me that one," she beamed. "I can do Alphonse too, but he's much harder."

"Could you please quiet down?" an attractive brunette whispered. Roy just noticed that she was behind them and felt speechless.

"Why?" Emma Lee blurted out. "You're not trying to hear the paintings, are you? They're only a bunch of ink and paper, they don't talk, lady."

Roy turned away to snicker. The woman glared at the small girl. "Sir," she said, she apparently wasn't one of the regular visitors. "Would you please teach your daughter some manners. That was very rude of her to say such a thing about something she knows nothing about!"

Roy faced her and calmly cleared his throat. "She's not my daughter," he said, and Emma Lee laughed. The woman flushed, and walked off. A group of children heard the exchange of words, and ran over as soon as the woman left.

"Cause of Flaming Rage!" called out two of the five children. He handed them candy and they scurried away, happily.

Emma Lee stared at him thoughtfully for a long while. "Cause of Flaming Rage?" she finally asked.

Roy covered his eyes with a hand, then raised one finger, smiling at her through the one eye. He nodded, lowering his hand. The girl's face beamed a healthy pink and she breathed in wonder. "It's like a theatrical title!"

Surprised, Roy grinned. "Yes."

"You do look theatrical, sir," Emma Lee giggled, swaying back and forth on her feet. "With that eye patch. Were you in the wars, sir?"

Roy began to walk over to the next painting, when he heard the teacher calling out to Emma Lee, scolding her for leaving the class. He waved to the teacher, Mrs. Hughes, who smiled at him, while shaking her head.

It didn't feel as much fun without the girls' well-voiced opinions. He stood in front of the same portrait when someone joined him. She was tired, and didn't want to wait by the door this time. Silently, they left the gallery.