#31 Home Cooking
One doesn't take for granted the occasional meal with a long time friend.
Colonel Roy Mustang might have been considered a playboy and had been dubbed "not the marrying type", but at least he knew he still got something a few times a month that not only his best friend, but even his subordinates bragged about.
He looked up from the paper work that he had been staring blankly at for the past half hour as Breda came walking into the office from lunch patting his barrel belly with a satisfied grin on his chubby face. "What's got you so chipper? They serving something worthwhile in the Mess today?" asked Havoc lazily, balancing an unlit cigarette between his lips. Breda shook his head as he dropped into his chair heavily.
"Nope. Went to my aunt's for lunch today. I gotta say, there's nothing better than a good home cooked meal." He chimed. The others seemed to agree. Havoc mentioned that the few visits his mother made to Eastern to visit him she made sure he was well fed. Apparently her visits weren't as frequent as they were when he was a recruit. Fuery mentioned how his grandmother would send him cookies and pies around the holidays if he couldn't make it home for the holidays.
The subject soon turned to Gracia Hughes and her amazing apple pies that Maes would bring through during his random trips into town. That was the only thing they looked forward to when the obsessive man came around. They admitted they wouldn't mind being stationed in Central if it meant regularly receiving one of her pies.
"What about you, Colonel?" asked Falman, causing all the men to turn and look at their superior expectantly. The raven haired man looked up at his men lazily, an eyebrow reaised.
"What's that?"
"What do you do about getting a nice home cooked meal?" asked Fuery. They never heard him mention anything about family, so of course they were curious.
"You get your lady friends to cook for you, right Colonel?" Havoc suggested with a knowing smile. Mustang sighed as he leaned back in his seat.
"I have an old friend that lives in the area," he answered. "Every now and then I go over and I'm treated to a familiar meal from our youth." The men looked at him curiously, as if hanging by his every word.
"It can't be Lieutenant Colonel Hughes…" Mustang shook his head.
"I've known this person even before Hughes. An amazing individual and a far better cook than I'd expect upon first glance."
"Wow, so when's the next time you guys meet up?" The conversation was cut short when Hawkeye came walking in. She made a face at the blank faced men and the strangely serene Colonel.
"What's going on in here?" she asked with a strict tone.
"Nothing sir!" The men responded swiftly and scurried back to work. The blond lieutenant made a face before shaking her head and placing a new stack of reports on Mustang's desk.
"Hey Lieutenant," She looked up at the man. "What do you say we move our meeting to tonight? I'm looking forward to some home cooking from an old friend tonight." She allowed a small smile to cross her face and nodded.
"Sure thing, Mr. Mustang."