Paninya comes to visit, testing the waters: If you can make it in Central, maybe I can, too. She murmurs polite ahs and hmms throughout her tour of the clinic, but over tea afterward she remarks, "Kinda soulless, isn't it?"
"You could say that," sighs Winry.
Paninya butters her toast. "So, when are you opening your own shop?"
"As soon as I have the money."
"Well, hurry up!" Paninya urges, pointing the greasy knife at Winry. "When I move here, I want my 'old friends' discount."
"Ha! Only if I get one, too," Winry counters.
They shake on it, laughing.