Knowing Roy,he'd probably take them all.
But what would her personality be like? Would his perfect girl have equally perfect manners?
Would she be this dainty little lady who was soft spoken and frail? Always clothed in flattering gowns,and dresses. Maybe she'd have long hair that was never out of place.
Yes,this sounded like a girl he would want.
She would probably come from a wealthy family who had served in the millitary for generations. On dates, she would giggle and blush at the colonel's suave remakrs. Then melt like butter on the walk home/forcing/ him to carry her like some rag doll.
Bullseye.
All this sounded about right, and to top it all off Riza bet she'd play the piano.
She could imagine this dream girl now. Slowly,a sad melody would echo from the wooden box.
It's notes being played in a minor key, making the song errie and brewding. There would be no flittering of paper as the girl turned her music to the next page. She wouldn't have any need for it. All her songs were memorized, played by the tune in her heart. Even with closed eye's her fingers would not stummble over the keys. Instead they would smoothly race along the black and white ivory; Charming each note, pulling it into the air. Her songs communtcating an unearthly quality.
Riza sighed,defeated.
She guessed she would have to learn to play piano.