Hughes paused before his retort could ever touch his lips. The way Roy had just trailed off... Well, Maes hadn't been made Lieutenant Colonel in the intelligence division of Central Headquarters for nothing. "Le gasp! Roy, you sly dog, you! Who's the lucky girl? And why haven't I heard all about her before? Oh, you'll finally know the glory of wedded bliss!"
Hughes paused as a thought struck him, "It's not Jenavive, is it? Because I know how much you loved her...endowments, but that's nothing to base a life off of. Not to be rude, but the poor girl couldn't have told you what three times sixteen was if she had a pen and paper, an abacus, and a calculator lined up in front of her. In fact that might have only made it worse..."
As Al made his way back into the room Mei was waiting in, he paused to draw a deep breath. It was odd; ever since he'd gotten his body back... Well, he'd always known intellectually that Mei was a pretty girl, but once his flesh had returned to him...wowza.
Now, if only he could get through talking with her without making a fool of himself.
Staring in stunned horror at Winry's retreating back, Den licking away at his cheek, Ed could only gulp in anticipated pain. The last time Winry had been 'nice' and added a 'surprise' to his automail... well, it hadn't been pretty. He hadn't appreciated it, the Colonel hadn't appreciated it, and a half-mile long stretch of city block hadn't appreciated it. And that had just been his arm. This was his leg. He needed that leg. Strong pair of legs indeed.