And so Fuery, Breda and Falman set out to find Havoc a date. Good luck to them. They ran around looking for Miss Right. "Excuse me, would be interested in dating this gentleman?" Fuery asked. He shows a picture of Havoc a little bit drunk, but still looking neat. " EW! He's ugly! Get that drunkard away from me!" The Lady yelled. (Me: GASP! How can anyone say that about Havoc?! Betch. Has no good taste what-so-ever…) "Excuse me, uh miss, how would you like to date someone- OW!" Falman was conked on the head with an umbrella. "I'm MARRIED you twit!" She said finally and she walked off. "Uh Falman- that's not the way you get someone a date…" Cain said. "Well if you're such an expert why don't you do it?!" "Okay I will!" Cain walks up to another senorita. "Heyyy. I got a buddy who'd be really interested in YOU tonight." "PERVERT!" she yelled repeatedly while she struck him with her purse multiple times. "Thank you, Mr. Expert." Fuery said with a smirk.
The men searched all afternoon, but no such luck. "Well we can change his hair and make him go out with Armstrong's sister again." Falman said. "Nahh we did that for April Fools' Day…" Cain said. "Well does he like fat chicks?" "No, Havoc's too shallow to go out with a fat chick." They sighed. "Guess he's just meant to be single…" Breda mourned. "How's the search going, boys?" Winry walked up to them. "Not so great, Win, Havoc is just sooo… hopeless…" Cain said. "Well, Let's change shifts!" She dropped a stack of papers 3 feet high in front of them. "I'll go look for a mate while you organize the new recruits! Good day!" She ran off. "Can anyone understand this guy's kana…?"
Gotta find him a date, Gotta find him a date Winry thought. "Hey! Mary!" She ran up to her good friends Mary and Josephine. "Hey Win, What's the scoop?" Mary asked. "Well... would you- hypothetically- go out with sayyyy... Jean Havoc by any chance?" "Ew." "Yah, like totally Ew." Joesphine parroted. "Ugh! This guy is HOPELESS!" Winry cried. "Well," Mary started. "What about Shez?" "Scieszka? The library girl? Are you sure she's his type?" "--; Be reasonable, Winny." Josephine said. "Havoc has hit on every girl in his unit since the day he got here. Don't start asking about his type." "He probably has no preference at all" Mary scoffed. "He's probably, like, a total playboy. He, like, is in no way charming." Jo scoffed. "And besides, she hasn't had a man in possibly years." Winry looked at Scieszka. She was reading quietly under the big oak in the garden. "I guess could give it a try..."