[Action]

[installing]

[Wow there are a lot of new people running around. Some how this feels... wrong and familiar at the same time. Winry's not really sure she wants to get into the large crowd, so she'll watch from the door of the smithy. She's in her normal work outfit, but because of the weather she has it zipped up. If anyone wants to bother her - or come out of the cold because the smithy is generally much warmer than outside - go right ahead.

Comments

[installing]

[WHAT.]

I'm not even sure Jack's been in Luceti half that long!

[defiantjoyce]

What're you talking about? We've all been here for aaages.

[installing]

Joyce, even I haven't been here half that long.

[defiantjoyce]

Jumpin' Jehoshaphat! You really do need to sit down and take a breather.

[installing]

Excuse me?! I know how long I've been here! It's only been a couple of years!

[defiantjoyce]

You must be under a Shift, Win.

[ SO SERIOUS. ]

[installing]

How old do you think I am? I think you're the shifted one.

[Winry you're arguing with an (almost) eight year old. How is this productive.]

[defiantjoyce]

You're...old.

That's all.

[installing]

Do I look old to you? [Though granted by her standards she's starting to feel old because she's of marrying age.]

[defiantjoyce]

You definitely look older than me.

[ oh. she inherited double the cheekiness, really. ]

[installing]

That's not what I was asking.

[defiantjoyce]

It's still true!

[installing]

You're almost as bad as your dad. [But in all honesty future Winry would probably get along with Joyce a little better, sob.]

[defiantjoyce]

[ oh. winry.

that's practically a compliment. ]

Thank you. How kind of you to say so.

[installing]

[Figures she would be proud. SIGH.]

[defiantjoyce]

[ WHY SO MUCH SIGHING? ]

Alright, alright! Show me your bestest sword.

[installing]

Only if you ask politely, Joyce.

[defiantjoyce]

Oh, Win! Okay.

Might I please please please see your bestest sword. Please.

[ a beat. ] And cookies on top. Which are better than cherries.

[installing]

[Winry actually smiles at that, and laughs a little.]

Okay, yes. Follow me. [Winry gently rests a hand on Joyce's back and guides her toward the bladed weapons section.]

[defiantjoyce]

[ and she's rather dutiful in her obedience, this time. she certainly has a sense of how to behave in order to get what she wants. ]

You can let me hold one, too. You know. Just a little while. It can be our secret.

[ OR MAYBE NOT. ]

[installing]

No, I think Mr. Pointy should hold you off for now.

[But when they do arrive at the sharps and shinys Winry will present the swords to her.]

[defiantjoyce]

[ and at the sight of a particularly small and elegant blade, she catches her breath. ]

O-oh! Wow! Who made that one!

[ she points at it but -- good girl that she is -- she doesn't touch. ]

[installing]

Sokka, I think? I'm not sure.

[defiantjoyce]

Do you make any of'em, Win?

[installing]

The weapons? No, I don't.