She reaches up and touches the small braid on the side of his head, beads woven into it. There are others like it scattered through his loose hair. "What are these?"
Ed smiles, blushing as he bats at one of them. "It's a gypsy thing. Um…" He starts to stammer, and Winry wonders what could possibly be embarrassing about braids. "What it is, is, um…if there's – I mean, what you do, is you make a wish, or a hope, or a dream or whatever, right? And you weave it into three braids with three beads each." Ed rubbed the back of his head awkwardly. "And…well, I was hoping you would wait for me."
Winry stares at him for a moment, then laughs, leaning against his chest. "You thought I wouldn't?"
"W-well, I didn't want to turn into my dad…"
"You won't. I promise."
His face lights up. He reaches forward and touches the pearl necklace gently. "You're wearing it."
"Of course. It's beautiful."
"I…I thought you might not like it because I messed it up a bit."
"I love you." She's rewarded by his face going scarlet. After a moment, he gives her a light, feathery kiss.
"I love you too, Winry."