Winry Rockbell was crying.
No, it wasn't monumental or rare, but there was always a reason for it.
Currently, her childhood best friend was being her human tissue.
Edward Elric was awkwardly patting her on the back, trying to give consoling words, but she only cried harder.
"Winry, it's okay! I don't even know why you're crying!" he desperately soothed. Winry didn't calm down a bit as she soaked his shirt with her tears.
"I-it's because- it's because-"
"Damn it, what is it? Who made you cry?!" Ed demanded, his fist clenching in the back of her shirt. "I'll make them pay!"
"No, it's not like that!" Winry wailed. "It's... it's...!"
"What?!"
"They ran out of doughnuts at my favorite bakery!" Winry howled as she burrowed even deeper into Ed's shirt.
Time seemed to stop as Ed absorbed this.
"Wait... what?"
"I need my fucking doughnuts! Especially in the morning on Mondays!"
"Damn it, Winry, is it that time of month again?! You always get like this!"
"What?! No! You pervert!"
Ed earned a smack on the head with a wrench for his troubles.
"Geez, I was just asking!" he growled, rubbing his head. He was relieved that Winry had finally stopped her waterworks, but was also slightly terrified of the murderous look on his friend's face.
"Get me doughnuts!" Winry demanded, pointing at him with her wrench. "Then we'll talk about you breaking your automail again!" She wiped tear stains off of her cheeks as Ed scrambled to obey.
"AND MAKE SURE THEY HAVE SPRINKLES!"
Well, this is the result of me, being hungry as Hell at three o'clock in the morning, with nothing to eat but a stale glazed doughnut. Also, my stomach growls every three seconds, and it is loud. Seriously, if I could hear it over me blaring Lost One's Weeping (Vocaloid) on my laptop, then that is definitely not good. I think I have a stomach flu or something.
Sayonara.