[ Mustang gives Riza a sour look at the slight, instead of the smile his lips want to curl into, for no other reason than she expects it. What will he do with her, kidding him the way she does? Bantering.

Well, he can’t disappoint her. ]

You’ll be fine, huh? Looking forward to your new... status?

[ He can’t not grin, so he doesn’t try. He gifts her with one of his rare, genuine smiles. Mustang’s stomach chooses that moment to growl. Of course, it would betray him right after a risqué joke at her expense.

He cringes inwardly.

Outside merely being hungry, Roy would love nothing more than witness this woman do something as feminine and domestic as cooking a meal. It shouldn’t hurt to ask, right? ]

So. [ Mustang claps his hands together once. Awkwardly. ] Lieutenant. You wouldn’t... Would you mind cooking me something to eat?