A/N - Randomness is fun. Um... The suspicious confectionary? Let's just pretend they had those during their time...
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Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye stood in the doorway, stunned. For a moment, she merely blinked, unable to comprehend the scene before her, and she wondered whether all her time in service had finally brought about a plausible detrimental result to her sanity.
Or maybe she just really needed some coffee.
From a paper bag, Second Lieutenant Jean Havoc fished a few small, soft round, spongy objects and lobbed them aimlessly across the room. On the other side, Colonel Mustang raised a pyrotex-clad hand and snapped his fingers, engulfing the items in a neat tongue of flame.
The scent of caramelised sugar filled the office.
Sometimes seated, other times nervously hovering between the officers was Fuery with a plate of crackers. Sandwiching the somewhat charred morsels, he drizzled melted chocolate from a bowl all over the sticky creations.
So engaged were these men in their activity, that it required five whole minutes of gawking on the Lieutenant's part for them to acknowledge Riza's presence, at which Fuery offered her the plate.
"S'more?"
Riza felt her hand twitch irresistibly towards her holster.