Again

Character(s)/Pairing(s): Ed/Winry

June 30, 2009

Walking back from their shopping trip into town, they returned to the Rockbell residence. Ed’s hands were full with the actual shopping, and even though he wasn’t all that happy to lug back the heavy bags, he didn’t complain. As he set them down on the counter, he noted Winry happily humming to herself while peeking into the bags he had put down.

The tune of her hum picked up as she found what she was looking for, a song he was unfamiliar with but found endearing. The colored jellybeans that were continuously being popped into her mouth were catching his attention after the plastic bag opened.

After a few contented noises, he decided to speak up. “What’s so good about those? What are they, beans?”

She gave him a look, speaking as if it were obvious thing in the world to know. “Candy.”

He didn’t appreciate that look. “Ah.”

“You know, they remind me of you... not just one, but the collection of them together,” she said after pondering for a couple minutes. She still looked thoughtful as she continued to eat, but put the bag down when that look crossed his face. “What?”

“Care to explain?” he asked, arms crossed over his chest with an eyebrow raised.

“These are like your merry-go-round of moods... some are delicious, some are alright, some are disgusting, and–“

“You think I’m disgusting? Oh, thanks, Win,” he responded, rolling his eyes as he pulled the milk out of the bag–not before making a face at it as he placed it in the refrigerator. Pushing the latch back down, he went back to watching her display.

“I’m talking about the flavors. I love the taste of these colors,” she sectioned off the jellybeans, putting the pink, yellow, and green ones to one side. “Those can stand for determination, passion, and sense of humor.” The sectioned off the red, purple, and orange jellybeans and put them in the middle of the counter. “These are alright, but I wouldn’t go for them first. These can stand for scientific skill, the need to put yourself last–selflessly, and intelligence.” Then, she moved the white and black jellybeans to the other side. “These can stand for your temper,” she pointed to the white jellybean, “and your self-loathing,” the black jellybean. “Sometimes I can love the white jellybean–only in certain-sized dosages, but I always throw the black ones away.”

“Wait a second,” he held up a finger. “Did I just get my personality evaluated by a bunch of jellybeans?”

She chuckled, pushing the jellybeans she had picked out back into the bag, but not before throwing the black jellybean away (to emphasize her point), “I’d say so.”