Two heads were bent over Maes' desk. One belonged to the major. The other belonged to a tiny old woman. They were talking in low, excited voices, occasionally punctuated by a chuckle of guffaw.
It was driving Havoc crazy.
Maes had been sent to pick up the old woman and her granddaughter, the auto mail expert, from the train station.
The girl had immediately secluded herself with Elric upon arrival, but the old woman and Maes had stuck together, talking.
Havoc got up and ambled over, trying to be nonchalant about his eavesdropping.
"Oh, isn't she just the sweetest thing! Look at her, all dressed up in her momma's clothes."
Oh. Maes was subjecting the woman to Hughes Picture Torture.
"Here's one of my Winry at that age with young Ed. Don't they look sweet? Pink really is his color."
Havoc stopped in mid turn and peered over Maes' shoulder, seeing but not quite believing.
In the picture, descending a staircase, were two young blond children, both in oversized dresses and too much make-up. The one on the left wore blue and had eyes the color of a summer sky and a very sweet smile. The one on the right wore pink, sported a gigantic grin, and had a very familiar pair of gold eyes which gleamed with pleasure.
"Can I have a copy of that?" Havoc asked.
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Edward stared at the picture on the bulletin board, his eye twitching and the vein in his forehead throbbing.
He was going to kill Havoc.
Slowly.
"Cheer up, boss." Fury said. "You look fabulous."