"...Dad?" Edward said, stunned and at a loss for words.
"Yes, it's me," Hoenheim said. "Hello, Edward. How are you?"
"...How am I? How AM I?" Edward snapped. "You LEAVE us, you aren't even around when our mother dies, and you just show up after all these years and ask how I fucking am?"
"Language, Edward," Hoenheim scolded.
"You think that's fucking funny?" Edward was livid. "We haven't seen you in years and you come back and act like you can talk to me like you're my real father? Well, you listen to me-"
Hoenheim held up a hand, and Edward stopped talking. "Now, Edward. You made mistakes, I made mistakes. We all made mistakes, we're just human. I know I was wrong to walk out on you, but that's not what matters right now. What matters is that you need a keyboardist, correct?"
Edward answered, "Well, yes, but-"
"And I can play keyboard. Did you know that?"
Ed snapped, "Not really, since I haven't seen you since I was six fucking years old."
"Language, Edward," Hoenheim repeated. "Well, yes, back in the 70's I was the keyboardist for a very popular band at the time, Karma Chimera, and I'm sure I still have my old keyboard somewhere. So, can I be your keyboardist? I don't think you have many other options, and you definitely need one. Who else is going to be your keyboardist, Lan Fan?
"Like, I think you'd be a great keyboardist, Mr. Hoenheim," Winry said. "I know you guys have, like, issues and junk, but can we just put it aside? For the band?"
"I mean, I'm willing to let him be keyboardist," Alphonse said. "What about you, Brother?"
Edward hesitated. "Fine..." he said, but he didn't look very happy about it.
"Awesome!" Winry exclaimed. "So now we just need a bassist."
"Roy can play bass, can't he?" Hoenheim said.
"Like, duh!" Winry said. "Roy can totally play bass. Ed, can you go try and convince him to be our bassist? I think you're the only one who really could. I'm not into girls and Alphonse probably doesn't get many - sorry, Al - so, like, you should do it."
"Yeah, alright. I'll go try and convince him," Ed said, still upset about his father's return but eager to get out of the house and avoid him. "I'll go right now."
"Cool!" Winry exclaimed, as Ed walked out the front door, wondering to himself, Roy certainly can play bass... but will he?