Christmas! How is it that I manage to write on Christmas?

Arizona. I'm staying with my Gramma (who is making deviled eggs) and my parents aren't. There isn't enough room at Gramma's, so they have to stay in a hotel. Suckers. XD They're not due to arrive for maybe half an hour. So there you have it. I have a small enough interest in the outside world to not care if it's CHRISTMAS. Wow.

"CHRISSSSSSS!" She heard Roy bellow from the opposite end of the house. Seconds later, he came dashing in, still in his pajamas. Chris glanced up at the clock- it was near eleven am. Boys.

"Yes, Roy?" She asked, sighing at the sight of her godson.

"It's CHRISTMAS!" Chris raised an eyebrow.

"And what about it, Roy? We'll open presents after breakfast."

"Nonononono Chris!" Roy argued, again sounding like an eight year old. "It's CHRISTMAS and I haven't gotten Riza a gift!" He began to dash around frantically, snatching his coat and starting to rush out the door.

"Roy, for heaven's sake, at least take off your pajamas and put on some real clothes!" Roy paused, his head halfway outside.

"Oh. Damn! Yea, I'll go do that." Chris smiled and rolled her eyes.

"CHRISSSSSSSS!" She heard again, almost a minute later. Chris waited patiently for the frantic godson to burst into the room. When he did, there was a shirt halfway over his head.

"Yes, Roy?"

"What do I get her?"

~*Break*~

"I swear. That boy is nothing but a hyperactive two year old on a sugar high when he's thinking about Riza. If I didn't know the girl so well, I'd disapprove of that." Chris muttered as Roy triumphantly dusted the snow off of his coat three hours later.

"It took me six stores, Chris. Three were closed! But I got it! Look!" Chris rubbed her head. Where was the asprin when she needed it? "Chris, look at it! D'you think she'll like it?"

"Yes, Roy. I'm sure she'll love it." She said tiredly. "Oh, and she left us some cookies."

"And fudge?"

"Yes, Roy. And fudge, but not until you've eaten breakfast."

~*Break*~

"Merry Christmas, dad." Riza said quietly, setting a small box on the desk. Her father looked up at her briefly, their eyes connecting for a short second.

"You look more like your mother every day, Riza." He muttered. She nodded.

"Chris told me that too." There was an awkward silence, broken by the ring of the doorbell. "I'll get it." She padded softly down the hallway, grateful for its interference. She cracked open the door, mystified by who would choose to call on her family on Christmas.

There was no one- just a small envelope. She looked around in confusion, trying to find the owner of the packet. There was no sound on the street except for the far off ring of laughter, and there was nothing giving away that anyone had been there barely a minute before except for two lines of footprints in the crisp, untouched snow. Riza bent down to retrieve the gift and closed the door behind her. Down the hallway and in her room, she finally gave in to the temptation of the white envelope that she now saw was labeled Riza in neat, simple letters.

Riza:

I'm really no good at lovey-dovey junk unless I'm faking it, and I'm not faking it with you. I hate to make it seem like I didn't try on this letter, but I'm really just writing whatever comes to me, because I feel like you wouldn't accept it otherwise, and you definitely wouldn't accept a random necklace in an envelope without an explanation.

I hope you like it. It's really simple and elegant, like you, and it reminds me of the shade of your eyes. (Maybe I'm good at spur of the moment romance after all. That was pretty smooth, and it took me about five seconds just staring at the necklace and being freaked out when I started to see pupils and eyelashes on it.)

Okay, never mind.

I really enjoyed the party, so this is a thank you gift and a Christmas present all in one. You missed the cake, though. I wish you had stayed.

Love,

Roy

Riza stared at the letter and the simple amber pendant on the leather thong in disbelief. After a moment, she raised the accessory and tied it around her neck. No sense letting such a pretty thing go unworn, even if the giver was Roy Mustang.

Especially if the giver was Roy Mustang.

Yay for filler chapters. :D Merry Christmas!

I GET TO GO TO SAKURA-CON IN APRIL! *random nonsensical fangirl noises of joy*