Okay, another update! Starting tomorrow (Monday, January 5th) I will be back on my regular update schedule. This is Monday's drabble (as I mentioned before, I cannot update on Mondays or Tuesdays), and I will update the drabbles for both Tuesday AND Wednesday on Wednesday. Hopefully I have found my inspiration (as of two weeks ago, it was confirmed as MIA). Whether or not I have found it, it's irrelevant. Because I have made a commitment to this fansite, I will continue to upload faithfully, forcing myself to write even if I don't want to (and though the product might not be wholly sufficient).

Hope you enjoy the update!

"Doesn't that screw go there, though...?" Ed winced as Winry jabbed an angry finger in his face.

"Who's the world's best automail surgeon here?" she challenged. Ed sighed as she lowered her arm and continued the adjustments to his right arm.

"Well they're my limbs.... I don't want them falling apart on me!" Ed insisted innocently. Winry glared at him, holding up her wrench.

"I'll make them fall apart on you if you don't shut up!"

"Yes, Ma'am." Ed laughed uncertainly.

Winry walked to her work table across the room, and Ed heard her mutter, "Damn crepe paper hanger bastards."

Ed stared cluelessly at her back, then glanced to Al (who had been watching the entire scene, silently in the corner).

"What's a 'crepe paper hanger'?" Ed whispered to his brother. Al shrugged innocently.

Winry turned around with such a flourish that Ed would have sworn she's heard him, and certainly both brothers cringed.

After that, Winry refused to make eye contact with Ed, and it seemed an unusually long time until she had set down her large, sharp, metal utensils for the night.

"Ah, I'm beat!" Ed yawned, and flexing his finely tuned arm and leg.

"Serves you right, you crepe paper hanger," Al muttered in Ed's ear, and Ed jerked away.

"Hey, you said you didn't know what that meant!" His 'avoid-large-metal-weapons-instinct' almost managed to kick in before he felt a large metal weapon slam into the back of his head, leaving a colossal bump.

"Damn crepe paper hanger," Winry mumbled, storming past Ed.

"WHAT THE HELL IS A DAMN CREPE PAPER HANGER?!"

Hehe. My sister taught me the line today (I swear, I never even knew that button existed...!).

Here's the deal; I don't have the exact definition of a crepe paper hanger. I search everywhere on the internet for a definition, but without success. I believe it means - haha it's a secret! I first heard the term from my mom's boyfriend's mom, but she didn't elaborate. If anybody reading this DOES know an exact definition, would you mind notifying my through a PM? I would love you forever if you did.

I will say once again- please review! They really make me happy. If I get enough solid, helpful and encouraging reviews, then maybe I'll post the definition in chapter 25. Maybe. I'm looking for..... descriptive, constructive critisism. Tell me about any grammatical/spelling/punctuation errors. Let me know my pros and cons. Please. I will improve.

Thank you once again all readers! Check for an update on Wednesday!