In which there is Snooping.
Two alchemists sat side by side on Their Bench near headquarters, eating ice cream. This was Their Afternoon Tradition of three weeks standing
A group of very nosy people observed the alchemists from a convenient window that was nowhere near their assigned office.
"So are they picking out curtains yet?" Breda snorted.
"I can't believe they reached the daily ice cream date so quickly," Havoc muttered. "That's not supposed to be until after at least a month. It took them what, a week? Falman?"
Falman flipped through The Notebook. "Hmm… we never really pinned down the exact date the relationship began, but my best calculation is they reached the ice cream stage somewhere between days four and eight."
"You've narrowed it down to within four days?" Havoc sounded impressed.
"Well, based on the date of the Colonel's excessive cheerfulness as submitted by Lieutenant Breda, and the apparent cessation of hostilities between the two subjects a few days before, not forgetting Lieutenant Hawkeye's suspected foreknowledge of the developing situation, and our estimation of Edward's degree of easiness, the presumed event should have occurred…"
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"Oh, and now they're doing the feeding each other ice cream thing," Breda snorted again. "Gag me with a goddamn spoon. For a man who was shouting 'I am not gay' last month, the Colonel sure has adjusted quickly."
"That isn't very nice!" exclaimed Fuery. "I think it's good to see them so happy."
"That's right, Breda," Havoc grinned. He always found the clash of Fuery's angelic naiveté and Breda's cynicism amusing. "How can you scoff at young love?" He rolled his eyes.
"'Young' being an operative word."
Snickers.