Glue
Liza's hand slipped through his. "You seem to be in a better mood," she commented quietly.
Havoc wasn't surprised. Liza was one of the most observant people he'd known in his life, and seeing her at the sweet shop was a common occurrence. "Actually yeah. I finally got up the nerve to talk to Ed about what was happening. He's gone to Risenbul for a week or two to decide what he wants."
"I wish I'd known that. I'd have told him to tell Winry 'hello'."
"Already got that covered. Pinako has a nice, long chatty letter from me, telling her what's going on and giving salutations from the gang."
She smiled sidelong at him. "I hope you left out some of the more sordid bits of the affair."
"Trust me, I'm too goddamn embarrassed to even think about it, much less write it. Oooh. Chocolate torte..."
Liza chucked slightly, barely squeezing his hand. "Have I ever told you that you have a one-track mind?"
"Multiple times." He glanced around. "Well, dang. Nothing I want here..."
"What about the torte?"
"Too much sugar. I'm trying to cut down on sugar and caffeine. A cheesecake would have been nice..."
Trying to be noncommittal, Liza said, "I think I may have one in my kitchen. Want to come over and share it?"
Havoc's arm snaked around her shoulder. "Wonderful woman. You're the one thing keeping my sanity together, you know that?
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Just a last-minute update because I may not be able to update this weekend. And no, I'm not quite done yet, sketchyheart. Almost, but not quite. I still have to resolve the Mustang issue, don't I? (and when you sketch that, you have got to email me a copy!)
