Disclaimer: Well, Arakawa's doing well with FMA after all . . . I suppose she can keep it.

Notes: This is the last of this little series. Thank you everyone for your support! This one is a double drabble to end with (because I like double drabbles - they give time for some hint of a plot). Enjoy!

For a moment, he looked up from his book, letting the spoon he was holding drop into his porridge with a firm ‘pth’.

“I’ll thank you not to get breakfast on the master’s books, Mister Mustang,” the kitchen maid said irritably.

Roy blinked. “Oh, sorry, Hannah.”

He’d been distracted. He’d had the overwhelming urge, when Riza sat down, to tell her that he was planning on enlisting during the holidays. Her father wouldn’t be impressed, but she might be. He was just mulling it over – he’d barely returned from the last holidays, so he still had almost a year – but maybe that would make her react to something, instead of giving him that unreadable, wide-eyed look all of the time.

The girl quietly ate her own breakfast, glancing up at his book occasionally.

“Aren’t you two a sight, looking at each other like that? Best not let the master see.”

Roy looked up, red-faced. “I- I wasn’t!” Across from him, Riza was starting to flush.

“At my home,” Hannah continued, “we’d be celebrating Saint Valentine’s Day. All about love, you know?”

When Hannah turned around Roy gave Riza an apologetic smile. All this Valentine’s rubbish was just nonsense, after all.