Title: Delicacy

Genre: Humor

Rating: PG13

Warnings:If anyone has issues with moving food…

Edward grimaced. In front of him rested a plate with the most uninviting salad he'd seen; and he hated salads, so that was a notable achievement. He looked at the vegetables, feeling the tea he'd drunk a moment earlier rising in his throat, a bit sourer than he recalled it, as they moved.

Next to him, Roy chuckled. "It's supposed to be a delicacy."

Ed swallowed. "I'm not delicate. I ain't touching this."

"It's just an octopus – "

"And it's still alive! I'm not touching this," he repeated.

"It's dead. Cut into pieces."

"AND MOVING. Not eating this!"

"Suit yourself…"