A/N: So, I was playing Fire Emblem: Path of Radiance for quite a while one night and after I was done playing, I had the distinct urge for cheese. Well, let's just say that at night, I get some really weird thoughts for stories, so this is the result of that night, and quite an odd result it is, too.
Disclaimer: All characters and places related to Fire Emblem belong to Nintendo, even if I wish Soren was mine.
Walking down the halls of the ship that was taking the Greil Mercenaries to Begnion, the last thing that Ike was expecting to see in the middle of the night was another person strolling around. Through the dim light of the only lantern lighting the hall, Ike noticed a figure walking towards him coming from the direction of the ship's kitchens. He couldn't make out exactly who it was at first, but as he drew closer, he watched as the dark outline slowly took the form of Soren. He looked as though he had something large under his arm that he was making no attempts to hide. Ike didn't think anything of it at first. Quite often, he saw Soren carrying one or two of his musty spell books around with him, but upon closer inspection, he realized that the object was far too large and yellow to be a couple of books. Soren was carrying a large block of cheese.
"Um...hey, Soren," Ike said when he came within a few feet of his staff officer.
Soren looked up and nodded at Ike, "Good morning, commander...or good evening. Whichever you prefer for this hour.
"Yeah. So what are you doing up so late? Is anything wrong?" Ike stopped just under the lantern, inviting Soren to stop too.
"No, everything's fine. Why do you ask?" Soren asked casually.
"Well, I haven't seen you wandering around the ship like this before, let alone at this hour. It seems like you've kept to your room for most of the trip, so I was wondering if something worried you."
"I'm not wandering, and I'm certainly not worried about anything," Soren said, raising an eyebrow, " I was feeling a bit restless is all."
"I see, so you went down to the kitchens?" Ike said, gesturing towards the block of cheese.
Soren shrugged, "I was hungry."
"And you went right for the cheese?"
"Well, yes, is there a problem with that?"
"No, it's just that you don't seem like one to go for anything with that much...flavor. Besides, didn't you go to dinner?"
"Of course. After hearing how your sister is worrying about Volke not eating, I didn't want her worrying over me. Tonight I just woke up and had a little urge for a...midnight snack."
Ike gaped at Soren.
"Midnight snack? That block of cheese is as big as my head! Are you really going to eat all of that?"
"Of course I am, commander. To do so otherwise would be wasteful," Soren replied.
"Well...o...kay then," Ike said, a little caught off guard.
"Alright. Now, if you'll excuse me," Soren said, smiling a little, "I'll be returning to my room. I suggest that you do the same. Your so tired that your left eye is twitching again. Goodnight, commander."
Soren started back down the hall. Regaining his composure, Ike turned and said, "You can call me Cheese-I mean-Ike, you know."
Soren turned around and Ike was shocked to see a rare grin on his face, "Alright. Goodnight, Commander Cheese.
Soren left Ike in disbelief, Ike slowly reached up and rubbed his eyes.
"Dang, he's right. I must be really tired if I just imagined that Soren just tried to be funny," He muttered to himself before starting back to his own room.