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[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

[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.

[defiantjoyce]

Show me something made by you!

[ a long pause. ]

Please!

[installing]

Sure, follow me. [She holds out a hand for Joyce while smiling.]

[defiantjoyce]

[ she laces her fingers with winry's. perfectly trusting. ]

Aye aye! Following!

[installing]

I don't make weapons, but most of my work is in metal limbs. Do you know about prosthesis?

[defiantjoyce]

Issat some kinda...writing thing? [ WHY DOES ONE NEED TO PROSE IN A SMITHY, SHE WONDERS? ]

[installing]

No, no. It's fake limbs made to help people who lost their real ones.

[defiantjoyce]

Aye! I know -- father tells stories of a man with a wooden leg. He keeps grape juice in it. Is that what you do? Can you make me a wooden leg what can have waffles in it?

[ ... ] Or does it have to be juice?

[installing]

It's more advance than some silly wooden leg.

[defiantjoyce]

...But a wooden leg is piratical! It is fierce!

[ if there was any doubt who's daughter she is before now? hah. ]