[ she leans over to look at what he's looking at, even though riza knows full well what he is looking at, and roy sighs as she straightens to stand, to go get something from the bar.

defeated before he even started. the nerve. ]

Whatever you'd like.

[ easily enough, before he

slightly petulantly

places a few more pieces of money on the table, to slide toward her because he's paying for it, dammit. ]

I doubt anything in a bar can be bad once you've had a few drinks, so maybe start with that, and we'll forget the food soon enough.

[ sound policy, from future fuhrer roy mustang. ]