Shortbread
"WHO ARE YOU CALLING SO SMALL THAT THEY CAN'T BE SEEN UNDER AN ELECTRON MICROSCOPE?" yelled a young man with golden eyes flaring with anger.
Kain Fury, a small pasty looking fellow with thick glasses that took up half his face, jumped back in fear and confusion. A tall strict looking woman stood between the boy and his goal of slaughtering poor Fury. Riza Hawkeye stared at Ed with a blank uncaring expression. "Calm down, Ed." she said nonchalantly. "I'm sure Fury wasn't intending on making a shot at your...ahem…height issue."
Ed glared at her angrily. Then his eyes warily shot down to her hand as it twitched ever closer to her infamous silver magnum pistol that was situated snuggly in her hip holster. He grunted in defeat and stormed out of the office.
"I don't understand why he got so mad," Fury said, a confused expression currently plastered on his pale face. "All I did was offer him a piece of shortbread."