A/N: Anyone who reads Terry Pratchett's Discworld should be familiar with the drink. Those of you who haven't… should.
"This," Maes announced, letting the wooden tankard come to rest on the table with a solid 'thumk', "is scrumble."
Edward peered into the murky depths of the dark liquid -- which was giving off fumes strong enough to make a person tipsy – as if it would show him the future. "What's in it?" he asked cautiously.
"Apples." Havoc said, his still unlit cigarette dangling from his lips. "Mostly."
Roy was sitting across the room, watching intently. He would have liked to have been closer to watch, but with scrumble involved… He leaned forward, watching as Fullmetal was properly initiated into the unit.
Ed picked up the tankard with his flesh hand and gave it an experimental sniff. With a little shrug, he brought the tankard up ad poured its entire contents down his throat.
The three older men leaned forward and waited for the inevitable.
Ed's head hit the floor five seconds later.