I followed Ed, letting him lead, since I had no idea where the hell a café or anything was. I assumed would know, being the big eater he is. But instead of just heading to the first diner we saw, he kept walking.
"You know we just passed a diner, right?" I asked him, double checking.
"Yup," he said and kept walking.
"Where are we going then?"
"I'm sick of all this diner and café crap."
This came as a bit of a surprise, but honestly I was getting sick of it too. I just kind of got used to eating that kind of food because I didn't want something as small as the matter of where we eat to cause an argument. Ed stopped and turned to face a restaurant.
"This'll work!" He announced with a smile, putting his hands on his hips.
I looked at the restaurant and it seemed pretty fancy. Or at least somewhat.
"What?" Ed asked when he noticed I was staring at the building.
"Well… for one, how the hell are we going to pay for our meals, or even my meal?" I asked while scratching the back of my head in thought.
"Charge it to our military bill and all of a sudden its Mustang's problem!"
"Whatever… lets just eat. I'm starving."