The soldiers in Colonel Roy Mustang's command had learned long since when to stand and fight, and when to prudently duck and cover. The current situation called for the latter. Flame and Fullmetal were arguing.
Arguing about tea, to be specific. Roy was waxing poetic on the virtues of lemon-chamomile, while Ed was vehemently ranting about oolong.
"Have you ever even /tried/ oolong! How can you dislike something you've never tried?"
"I have tried oolong tea, and I can tell you it doesn't hold a candle to lemon-chamomile. Especially if you add just a touch of milk-"
Roy was interrupted by Ed making retching sounds. "Milk! Blech!"
He glared. "Stop being so childish. I wonder, have /you/ tried /my/ tea?"
Ed suddenly went pink. That was all the answer Roy needed. He sighed, shook his head, and held out a teacup to Ed. "Try it."
"No."
"As you so aptly noted earlier, how can you hate something you haven't tried?"
"Nope. You're not getting me with that. It smells nasty from here."
Roy resisted the urge to slow-roast the blond boy. Instead, he took a sip from his teacup and stood up.
Ed backed away as Roy approached, until his back hit the wall. Roy quickly pinned him, leaned over, and gently put his mouth over Ed's.
Ed made a mental note to go buy some lemon-chamomile tea.
But no force on earth could get him to put milk in it.
