"Edward!"
Edward looked up from his papers, distracted.
"Hey, Ed." Winry's head poked around the doorway.
"What is it?" he asked.
"You have to try this." She held up a bowl filled with a white solid substance. Ed stared at it doubtfully as Winry scooped some out with a spoon.
"Why should I--"
She took advantage of his open mouth to stuff the spoon in. He had to swallow, and was surprised to find it was cold. Reaching for the bowl, he said, "This isn't half bad. What's in it?"
Winry grinned wickedly.
"Milk."
The bowl smashed against the wall.
