This theme is dedicated to Tricksterr, who wanted to see one of Ed and Winry with older children :D Hope you like it!
Theme 50: Grown-Up
"Are you sure you should be doing this?" Trisha asked, watching her Dad fiddle with something on the chassis of an old blue motorcar, "I mean, Mum told us to keep you away from anything that could catch fire."
Her Father grunted when something pinged and she rolled her eyes. He was in one of his working trances again so he probably hadn't heard her. In the doorway her brother, Urey, just laughed as he patted the large red first-aid box he'd carried in. "Don't worry, sis, we'll have him patched up in time for their anniversary."
"You two can both shut up," Their Dad grumbled from underneath the car, "I'll be fine. Have some faith in me." There was the groan of creaking metal and the entire car shuddered on its supports.
The two youngsters shared a look and Urey sidled out of the shed. "I'll put the Doctor on stand-by,"
Trisha giggled as her Father rolled himself out from underneath the car to glare after his son, wiping the oil from his hands onto his previously white shirt. She quickly pulled on a neutral face when he moved his stare onto her. "You should probably go change before Mum finds you like that, or you'll ruin the surprise," she teased. Her Dad just grinned and turned to look at the car.
To be fair to him, what once had been a rusted junk-pile was now a gleaming specimen of mechanical perfection. Trisha knew her Dad had searched all over town for all the right parts, spending almost three solid months of scraped fingers and a near explosion fixing up the junk pile he'd had shipped over from Central. Trisha was fairly impressed. "You think your Mum's gonna like it?" He asked her. Trisha stood up and gazed at it with trained mechanic's eyes.
"It'll defiantly move at least," she giggled. Her Dad frowned down at her but she quickly added, "mum'll love it." He beamed at her, snaking an arm round her shoulders and pulling her into a quick hug. "She'd better," he mumbled, "nearly needed a new arm again."
Trisha found herself rolling her eyes and ducked out from her Father's embrace at the sound of Urey returning. "Dad!" he yelped out, "Mum's coming! Hide!"
His eyes comically wide, her Dad picked up a plastic cover and Urey ran in to help him cover the car. Trisha rushed to the doorway just in time to stop her Mum from seeing anything. "Hi, mum. What are you doing out here?" Her Mother gave her a searching look and tried to peer over her into the semi-gloom of the shed. "Where's your father gone?" She asked, "he was supposed to come help me with dinner half an hour ago."
Her Father moved Trisha aside and grinned brightly. "Hey, Win, just messing about in the shed, I'll clean up and I'll be-"
"EDWARD ELRIC!" Her mother screamed, "WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN DOING?"
Quietly, Urey steered Trisha back to the house to escape their mother's wrath, but when Trisha peeked out on them a few minutes later, she blushed and quickly returned to helping her brother set the table. Urey saw her face and burst out laughing.
"He showed her the car, didn't he?"
