Edward is surprised to realize that Winry doesn't know how to dance. He figured that ability came along with girl genes; like curves and legs (not that he's actually looking…aw, hell, he is), so when the waiter at that restaurant they all like in Central, where they play music and sing and dance, comes and offers to sweep her out of her chair, Winry grins and shakes her head. "No, no," she says, waving her hands and blushing. Disappointed, the waiter goes to another table, another victim, pulling her out of her chair and whirling her around the room.
Winry lets out a little sigh and Al chuckles. Ed doesn't get the joke until his brother teases, "You still don't know how to dance, Winry?"
Edward shoots her a glance as she pouts, folding her arms. "It's not like I have a lot of time for that, Al," and he lets it drop and that is all that is said of it that evening.
But a seed is planted, a little thought that niggles in the back of Edward's head, a little idea of teaching Winry to dance, of giving her a reason to dance, and Ed adds it to the list of things he really wants to do, once he and Al get their bodies back to normal.
