Death XVII: Stewed
In celebration of the return of Alphonse's body and Roy's promotion to Fuehrer, Winry and the Elric brothers were preparing a dinner complete with everyone's favorite food. There were sandwiches for Breda, and crepes for Havoc. Roy ordered a gourmet array of foods all dealing in the chicken department and even Hawkeye joined in with a request of curry rice.
Of course everyone already knew what Edward wanted.
"No, Ed, not yet." Winry called after placing the crepes in the oven. She stood, wiping her hands and turning to meet the pleading gaze of her best friend. Ed pouted slightly and opened his mouth to protest.
"But—"
"Not yet, it isn't ready"
"Just a taste?"
"No."
"Pleas—"
BANG!
"Ow!"
"Damnit, Edward!" The young woman yelled, replacing her deadly wrench into her back pocket. " I said no!"
DING!
"Great, that's probably the Fuehrer and the others now. Tell Alphonse to check the crapes if I don't get back soon enough. And DON'T TOUCH THE STEW!"
And with that the stew NAZI exited the kitchen…Leaving Edward and his prey alone.
He stared as, placed almost purposely before the young alchemist was a large, boiling pot of stew, slightly taller than himself. Its wonderful aroma rose in thick puffs, teasing the boy's nose and awakening his taste buds. It was too much to bare…surely no one would notice.
Standing on top of a small chair, Edward reached in, only to realize he forgot the spoon. In trying to multitask and reach back towards the counter the boy wobbled on the chair.
The resounding splash was not heard over the sounds of laughter in the dining room.
It was when Winry realized that Edward had not eaten his stew, did they notice the floating red coat in the now simmering water.