A birthday drabble to celebrate my own. it seemed appropriate!

Fresh baked goods have a particular scent to them that manages to make the mouth salivate, eyes glitter, and completely ruin any attempt at brooding. Thus, when Maes plopped a cheerfully decorated box upon the table, and Roy's nose picked up the distinctive aroma of fresh apple pie, he found his brooding irrevocably disrupted. Which, if the smug sort of smile on Maes' face was any indication, was the mans plan all along. Roy set down his brandy and eyed the box. It was decorated. With ribbons. And was covered in a perky sort of wrapping paper.

"What is this?"

"Roy, Roy…I had thought you a more intelligent man. What does it look like?" When Roy just continued to stare at him, one eyebrow raised, in complete silence, Maes sighed. "It is a cake, Roy. A present from Gracia and I." He settled into a chair beside the slightly inebriated Roy.

"And why, pray tell, am I getting a cake?"

"Your birthday, you ass." Maes growled, pushing the merry box towards his friend.

"How the bloody hell did you know it was my birthday?!"

Maes grinned. "I am Intelligence, m'friend. It is what I do."

"If this is what you do with your position and the information you have access to, I fear for the future of our country."

"Fear for the future of your cake, cause if you don't eat it soon I will."

"Gracia baked it for me!" Roy retorted in a rather offended tone.

"AHA! Admitting it is your birthday. Excellent. Then I guess I can haul out the real gift." Grinning like a maniac Maes lifted a bottle from its hiding place by his feet. "This, my friend, is an insanely well aged bottle of wine. I was saving it." He set it on the table with a grave air. "I think it is older than Armstrong' mansion."

"Well, it would be a damn shame to let it go to waste…" Roy considered the bottle for a moment, and then broke out a crooked grin. Prying out the cork he inhaled the fruity and slightly tangy smell of a good vintage. Pouring into glasses provided by his friend, he met Maes' eyes and his face split into a full smile.

"To friends." Maes toasted, clanging his glass against Roy's.

"The best." Roy answered, closing his eyes to savor the feel of the moment, as well as the taste of the wine.

Spades, if you stop writing i will....oh, i dont know, something suitably drastic! you started the whole drabble addiction! dont take them awaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!

Nymphia - i am so glad you like the drabbles! i will work on some more ed for you! promise!

DarkWarLordofDoomness - colds are evil!!!!! updating as requested! -salute!-

Animegoil - does this count as more MaesRoy for you? they are my favorite to write about so you can count on there being more!