I am on a roll! WHOOT.

And the return of Tamara!

"Good evening! My name is Tamara, and I'll be your server for this evening! May I interest you in our special for the night, or some beverages?" Roy and Riza looked at each other, and then turned their horrified gaze up at the waitress.

"Tanner?" The waitress tore her gaze away from the notepad and looked at the duo sitting at the table.

"Oh." She said, her jaw dropping. There was a stunned silence that lasted a few seconds, and then Tamara let out a whoop of joy that startled the entire restaurant. "So you're together? It WORKED? YES! IT WORKED!" Tamara began doing a little dance, much to the amusement and horror of onlookers.

"Why are you here, Second Lieutenant?" Riza asked, ever the calm one. Tamara stopped her dance and fixed her bangs.

"My brother's the owner. I help out on weekends because I have no life." She said nonchalantly and shrugged. Roy whimpered and looked at Riza hopelessly. Of all the restaurants in East City, he had to choose the one that that second lieutenant recommended.

"I hear the food is wonderful, sir." She had said with a wink. Roy should have known that she had something up her sleeve. He cursed his stupidity.

"That's nice, Lieutenant. What do you recommend?" Riza asked, smiling genuinely.

"I recommend keeping him in the palm of your hand…" Roy scowled as Tamara jabbed her pen in is direction, "…and I believe the '10 house merlot goes very well with steak. If you prefer fish, a Franconian Sancerre would pair nicely." Tamara said with the ease of a practiced professional, smiling. Riza chuckled as she watched Roy sink further down in his seat.

"I'd say water, and then a glass of the house merlot with dinner, lieutenant." Tamara jotted it down and turned to Roy.

"And you, sir?" She said in a sickly sweet, innocent voice, as if none of this was her fault when it was damn obvious that it was 100% her fault. He studied the menu briefly.

"I'll have the same, I suppose." Tamara's face split into a huge, toothy grin. Riza stifled her laughter as Roy glowered at the young woman.

"I'll be right back with your water, sir. Funny, I thought you hated water." Riza gave up trying to contain her fits of giggles.

"Very funny, Tanner. Would you like to be fried?"

"No, sir. Would you like me to report you for breaking the frat laws?"

"You wouldn't." He growled.

"Nope, actually. I wouldn't dare. Besides, it wouldn't work, anyway. Grumman signed the abolishment of frat laws yesterday morning. I think Lieutenant Ross and Sergeant Brosh are actually a few tables over." How was it that this Tamara Tanner could be so cheeky? Roy snapped is ungloved fingers beneath the table. To a superior officer! No, two! She was being this cheeky in front of TWO superiors! What nerve!

"Well, I'll go get that water. I'll be back in a few. Any appetizers this evening? No, wait, I'll bring you one. On the house." She winked and practically skipped away.

"You know, she reminds me a bit of Rebecca." Riza noted.

"Don't compare that harpy and that… other harpy with each other, Riza." Roy glowered. Riza chuckled.

"Sir…" She began.

"Roy." He corrected. Riza sighed.

"Roy, don't insult my friends."

"I'm just saying!"

"Roy."

"Well, I mean…"

"Roy." Her tone was serious, but she was smiling.

"They are sort of similar, I guess. I think Tanner is worse, though."

"I HEARD THAT!" Roy and Riza jumped and swiveled their heads towards the direction of the holler. Tamara was serving an elderly couple with a smile. If Roy hadn't heard her voice barely a second ago, (and if he didn't suspect Tamara for everything now) he would've never guessed that such a sweet face had been yelling at them.

"She got you, sir."

"Roy."

"Old habits die hard."

"Well, unless you never call anyone sir again, I'm going to throw a fit every time I hear the word 'sir'." Roy said stubbornly. Riza opened her mouth to argue, but was interrupted by Tanner sweeping in with an appetizer.

"Soup, anyone?" She asked, every inch of her radiating a gracious, charming hostess.

"Ah, thank you Tanner." Roy said as he peered warily at the soup.

"Oh, honestly. I didn't poison it, or spit in it, or anything, Colonel. I'm not that low. Besides, that would ruin my brother's business, and I don't want that to happen." Tamara wiped her hands on her apron and pulled her pen from behind her ear. "And what will the lovely couple have for dinner?" Riza glanced at her menu before answering.

"T-bone, if you will, Tanner. Medium rare."

"Got it. And you, sir?" Roy handed his menu to Tamara.

"The same."

"Again? Iiinteresting…" She mused, taking the menu and sauntering off.

"How much do you want to bet that our date will be in the newspaper tomorrow?" Riza asked, taking a sip of the creamy soup.

"Well, she's a lieutenant and a waitress. Who says she isn't a newspaper reporter too?" He said, chuckling. Riza grinned.

….

The rest of the dinner past without much incident. Tamara was bouncy and hyper, but all in all, she was a very good person, and a kind soul.

Around the time Roy and Riza were finishing, a man in his late twenties walked over to their table, guiding a very sheepish looking Tamara.

"Ah, I am deeply sorry about my sister. She's a bit loopy."

"Eric! I'm not...well, maybe a bit." But seriously!" Tamara protested. "Don't mind my uptight big brother." She said to Roy and Riza with a smirk.

"Tama! You were constantly harassing them!"

"I beg to differ! You asked for help tonight, Eric!"

"Not help like you!"

"Are you trying to imply something here, Eric?" It seemed, Roy noted, that Tamara had a gift for annoying people out of their minds. Eric seemed about ready to bash his head against something, and Tamara was cool and composed with a smirk on her face.

"She wasn't harassing us, Mr. Tanner. Tamara is a lovely girl." Riza said sweetly, taking a sip of her wine. Eric, realizing he was beat, sighed.

"You're crazy if you think my sister is anything but crazy." He muttered. Tamara frowned and punched him lightly on the shoulder.

"Eric, this is Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye and Colonel Roy Mustang." Eric's eyes grew wide.

"I'm just…I'll go back to the kitchen now." He said sheepishly. "Go ahead and charge the whole meal on the house, Tama. It's the least I can do for the people who saved Amestris." Tamara nodded.

"That's Eric for you." Tamara said, pocketing the bill. "Have a nice night, sirs. Don't do anything I wouldn't." Roy and Riza looked at each other skeptically.

"Good night, Tanner. Are you headed back to Central in the morning?" Riza asked, sliding her arms into her coat.

"Nope. I'm here until Wednesday or until you sign those forms."

"Then we'll see you Monday."

"Yes, sir!" Tamara gave a mock salute. Roy smiled as Riza began to walk out.

"Tanner."

"Yessir?" She looked nervous. Roy smiled at her.

"Thank you." Tamara smiled gratefully.

"Anytime, sir." Tamara watched Roy catch up with Riza and slide an arm around her slim waist. She leaned her head on his shoulder. Another job well done.

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So do you like Tamara? Tell me honestly.