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Pie Filling
"Ah, Miss Rockbell! Come on in!" Greeted an old, unshaven man as the sound of a tarnished brass bell rung throughout his grocery store. He had blue pearls for eyes and a tuff of dark hair atop his round head. He was around sixty, and he had been watching Winry come to his little run down shop for years. Each time she looked and acted a little different.
"I won't be a Rockbell for much longer, Mr. Evans." She giggled and held up a blue diamond ring as if to prove her point.
"Oh, that's a pretty little thing. White gold?" He gestured to the actual ring, and Winry nodded, then gave it a long, blissful look. Mr. Evans couldn't help but smirk a toothy grin. Of course he knew Winry and Edward were getting married. The whole town had foreseen their future together, and now everyone was buzzing about the famous State Alchemist and his bride-to-be mechanic.
"Have you got everything you need for the weddin'?" He asked, his old gruffly voice reminding Winry of Fuhrer Grumman for a moment.
"Almost everything." She smiled, her aqua gaze sweeping over the apple pie filling in the back. Mr. Evans turned, laughed, and plopped two cans down on the counter. He added the makings of a pie crust to the mixture and rang it up.
"Should I ask again?" He inquired. Winry merely laughed and shook her head. After fifteen years of coming to Mr. Evan's, the old man knew exactly what she needed when it came to Edward.
"Now, I've got everything I need."