Riza Hawkeye was sitting near the secretaries in the mess hall when the Elrics entered. So she couldn't help but overhear the women's conversation.
"My god, every time I see those boys I get this urge… I wanna take them home and feed them and mother them. Poor sweet boys."
"Feed them? God, if I could get Edward home, I'd eat him up! Beef cake!"
"He's only fifteen, Anne."
"Picture him with his shirt off, eating milk and cookies, with a milk mustache and a bit of chocolate on his lips… yum!"
Somebody didn't know about Fullmetal's aversion to milk. But it was a fascinating image. Riza could just picture the young alchemist licking cookie crumbs off his lips…
"There's a man I wouldn't kick out of bed for eating crackers!"
"But that auto mail…"
"I wonder if it's cool all the time."
'Almost all the time.' Riza thought, picking at her lunch.
"Bet I could warm it up a treat."
"You are terrible."
"Yup."
"Shh! He's coming over!"
Hawkeye looked up as Ed slid into the seat across from her. "Hi," he said.
"Hello Edward." Riza returned. She picked her desert up off her tray and offered it to him with an innocent smile. "Want a cookie?"