#31 Home Cooking
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Mustang glared at the stove as if it was its fault that it had broken. 'Stupid thing,'
"You sure you don't need any help, sir?" Riza Hawkeye walked in from the living room, making Roy jump in surprise.
Turning to his subordinate, he gave one of his boyish grins, and leaned on the still hot, stove, making him jump away and curse loudly, cradling his injured hand. Now he remembered why he never cooked.
Riza held back a laugh, as she walked over to him. "Let me take a look," she said, reaching for his hand.
"I'm fine Hawkeye," Roy stubbornly insisted, turning back to the stove, and poking what was supposed to be lasagna; by now it simply looked like a shapeless black lump.
Giving him a disbelieving look, Riza shrugged and went back into the living room of her apartment, to tend to whatever Black Hayate was barking about. "Just don't burn down my home, Colonel," she said.
Roy's eyebrow twitched, as the broken stove, shot out some flames out of the burner, and caught the already charred lasagna, turning it to nothing but ash. 'This is a disaster,' Roy thought to himself, dumping a cup of water onto the burning dish. 'I think I'll be letting Hawkeye do the cooking from now on for our Thursday dinners.'
Smelling something burning, Riza walked into the kitchen, to see Roy muttering something along the lines of, "Go to hell you piece of crap," before he put on his gloves and snapped his fingers, successfully turning her stove into ash.
"Colonel!" She yelled, making the midnight haired man turned to her calmly.
"Oh…Lieutenant Hawkeye…" He stored his gloves back in the pocket of his pants. "You need a new stove…why don't we go out tonight for dinner for once?"
Riza stared at the scene for a second before sighing and walking out the door with her superior. "Sure." No need to get angry. She hated that stove too, one of the reasons she only made dinner at Roy's place.
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