Winry checked the clock on the wall for the fourth time in the past fifteen minutes. No matter how many times the blonde looked, time seemed to be moving at a snail’s pace. She wiped the sweat off her brow and focused on her pie crust. What was it that Granny always says about her pie crusts? “Roll it too much, and it’s tough. If you don’t roll it enough, then it’ll crumble and fall apart.”
As her hands worked the rolling pin, her mind wandered. The house was quiet, which was usual for this time of the afternoon. Den was sleeping on the porch, and Pinako had gone to take an afternoon rest as well, leaving the automail mechanic to focus on her projects. Edward had been gone for several weeks already on this particular trip, but had promised he would be back by the end of this week. Winry gave a reflexive smile as she recalled the conversation they had at the train depot.