A/N- This one popped into my head one day when daddy was cooking and refused to get out. It may get a bit OOC, so ya…and excuse my lack of writing talent. nods That's about it…
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Lieutenant Hawkeye's cooking skills were legend in the military, particularly to those under Colonel Roy Mustang. Some said that if you could eat one of her meals and survive, one's alchemic power would be permanently amplified. Others had said that, if eaten, would leave the eater immortal. Roy, himself, had once been treated to Hawkeye's cooking, and could confirm that it could not make you immortal and that the only thing that was amplified was the urge to expel one's insides of the disgusting meal.
Jean Havoc had once suggested that they use Hawkeye's cooking as torture when they were interrogating suspects. That comment, of course, was followed by the click of Hawkeye's safety flicking off as she turned and aimed for his head. That was the last time anyone spoke of Hawkeye's cooking, at least, while she was around. Roy, on the other hand, didn't really mind Hawkeye's non-existent skills in the kitchen, even if the food she cooked seemed to growl when he poked it with a fork.
"Hungry, sir?"
Roy glanced up at the figure that had just come through his door. Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye stood stiffly at the door, in her hands was something wrapped in foil. Roy eyed the foil-covered package.
"That depends," Said Roy, smirking "did you cook it?"
Roy drove under his desk as he heard the click of Hawkeye's safety going off. Roy grinned.
Yes, Roy didn't really mind Hawkeye's cooking, because he held a small comfort in knowing that was one thing that would never change.