Author: Lain Blackchurch
Word Count: 1,854
Summary: A drabble that was begging to be a written. A conversation between the Colonel and his Major.
“I would have never guessed that you were the type to drink tea, Colonel.” Edward murmured as he set down the requested tray with white china upon its mirror-like surface. He bowed his head slightly and began to leave. “I guess we learn something new every day, now don’t we?” he said with his hand on the knob.
“Fullmetal… do have a seat, please.” Mustang stated in a clipped tone, motioning towards the chair before his desk. “It would have been rude if I didn’t offer.” The major walked back again and sat down obediently, legs crossed, with his hands upon his knees in a casual manner. “This is one job that you couldn’t have possibly screwed up. However, this tea is a bit on the weak side…” Three, two, one…
“Just shut it, Colonel… I don’t need you to tell me how to make tea.”
“Why did you think I sent the First Lieutenant with you into the kitchen? I didn’t want my best major to be court martialed for an innocent mistake like burning half of the building down.” Roy chuckled, taking a sip from the white rim. “Would you like to taste some of your work?”
“No, I’m more of a coffee person, Sir.” Ed informed, eyes drifting to where his hands lay in their orderly manner. Continually, he repeated in his mind, ‘Must not strangle Colonel Bastard’ as he sat there with a weak smile on his face.
“That’s quite alright, Fullmetal. We all have our own tastes from time to time. And tea is something that takes time to grow on you. You’re still quite young after all.” There was a long pause. “Fullmetal?”
“Yes, Sir?” the major answered tentatively.
“You forgot the sugar.” Mustang’s eyes were emotionless.
“You don’t need sugar.”
“But you still forgot it. And what were my orders?”
Edward sighed as he rattled off the list that Mustang had given him. “Tea off the top shelf in the kitchen, and don’t forget to use the…” Another pause before Edward coughed softly into his gloved hand. “Ahem. Make sure that the water in the kettle is hot, but not too hot. And don’t forget the cream, and… sugar. Oh…” He grinned awkwardly. “Next time, then.” He said, placing his hand behind his head and rubbing the back of his neck.
“Right… next time.” Mustang sighed, pushing a china cup towards the blonde that sat before him. “Now, let’s work on that taste for tea, shall we?”