DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN FULLMETAL ALCHEMIST, OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS, BUT THIS PLOT IS MINE.

"Kick, again today?" Roy half-whined.

"Well, if you wanted something more elaborate," Riza scoffed, "then you should have told me, and I would have let you fix it yourself!"

"Fine. Fine! Truce!" Roy looked to his food and moaned.

"What was that?"

"N-nothing, I-"

"That's what I thought. Listen, if you don't want my food, you can cook something tomorrow!"

"Fine, I'll do that!" He laughed. Roy always loved eating lunch with Riza. Havoc was off duty for the next few days, so it was just him and Riza. That was how he liked it.

"Well, it's not my job to cook for you." She grinned.

"It is if I order you to."

"You wouldn't. Besides, all you would get is kick every day."

"That's precisely why I don't order you to cook for me."

Roy took a mouthful of kick. Riza had been waiting for this. She had to see if what her neighbor said was true.

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"Oh, I see, so you don't know how he feels about you?"

"No, ma'am. It wouldn't be right to just flat out ask him."

"True," she whispered. "But there is one way to find out without asking him."

"How is that, ma'am?"

"Cook him something."

"What?"

"Cook him something. Make it taste absolutely horrible. If he tells you it's good and doesn't make a bad face, then he likes you."

"And you know for certain this works?" Riza wasn't so sure.

"For certain."

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Roy coughed. "Good." He coughed again. "I think it went down the wrong way, but it was… good. Were did you get the recipe?" Riza could tell he was trying very hard not to wretch.

"My neighbor gave it to me," she smiled.

"Oh, I see…" Roy took a smaller bite this time and swallowed rather roughly. "Really good, really good."

Riza burst out laughing at him.

"What!" Roy was looking slightly ruffled now. "What is it!"

"N-nothing!"

"I order you to tell me!"

"It's, it's nothing! Really, nothing. Just something my neighbor said!"