[ it's also just a different mindset, here. back in amestris, riza would be the one at roy's door on the exact strike of the minute, on time and keeping him as on time as she can. but here, it's less about keeping his visibility organized and more simply keeping each other updated.
now - if she knew roy would be fifteen minutes late, that's just her special ability. her knowing. he steps into her home and closes the door behind him and riza doesn't even look up, recognizing his footsteps, his voice. ]
For the last five minutes, yes. The chicken was going on the stove. [ that explains everything, obviously. ]
Chicken, rice, and asparagus. [ or at least, as close as she could find to those things. and additionally, the answer to his unasked question is made obvious by the two plates stacked on the counter, and the two glasses already on the small breakfast table in the kitchen. ]
[ there's a soft 'hm' sound at that before roy looks around the room quickly, his eyes landing on the two plates stacked on the counter. and, with it, there's the realization that he forgot to eat today, and a second realization that riza likely expected that.
he considers that for a moment before sighing, moving a little closer to examine what's left to do on the counter. ]
Do you need any help, or is it done?
[ at least now there are no more 'light the stove' jokes from the peanut gallery seeing as he can't do that in this damnable city. sigh. ]
[ that second realization is more true than he probably knows, but riza doesn't even so much at smile when she can feel roy's eyes scan the room.
yes, she knows he probably hasn't eaten. that's why their meeting is being held over dinner, after all. ]
It's nearly done. [ said simply, very much aware of the 'light the stove' comment that could have been used, if a certain jean havoc was present. instead, she looks over her shoulder at him, motioning towards the fridge with her elbow. ]
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now - if she knew roy would be fifteen minutes late, that's just her special ability. her knowing. he steps into her home and closes the door behind him and riza doesn't even look up, recognizing his footsteps, his voice. ]
For the last five minutes, yes. The chicken was going on the stove. [ that explains everything, obviously. ]
Chicken, rice, and asparagus. [ or at least, as close as she could find to those things. and additionally, the answer to his unasked question is made obvious by the two plates stacked on the counter, and the two glasses already on the small breakfast table in the kitchen. ]
action.
he considers that for a moment before sighing, moving a little closer to examine what's left to do on the counter. ]
Do you need any help, or is it done?
[ at least now there are no more 'light the stove' jokes from the peanut gallery seeing as he can't do that in this damnable city. sigh. ]
action.
yes, she knows he probably hasn't eaten. that's why their meeting is being held over dinner, after all. ]
It's nearly done. [ said simply, very much aware of the 'light the stove' comment that could have been used, if a certain jean havoc was present. instead, she looks over her shoulder at him, motioning towards the fridge with her elbow. ]
You could grab something to drink for us, though.