#winry: thread

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@creepiitus​

After tasting Gracia’s delicious food and receiving all these recipes from her, Winry’s determination to be able to cook and bake at least half as good Gracia had caused her to practise a lot. Now, Winry just needed someone with a fine palate who’d be able to really tell if this pumpkin pie she had made was ‘really’ tasty. 

It was when Winry spotted Kimblee that her eyes lit up. What a great idea! A man like him must have eaten a ton of good food. He always looked so fancy and Winry imagined him sitting in some noble, expensive restaurant. He would be the best candidate to judge over her pie.

“Mr. Kimblee, do you like sweets?”

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@creepiitus

It was always something else in this city.​ It was either a gas explosion or a robbery or some rogue alchemist that caused the police to close off streets at random, throwing wrenches into Winry’s plans. She didn’t know the city well enough to just simply take a different route back to her hotel. 

Winry set her bag down and looked for the map she had brought. At least she had that or otherwise she would be entirely lost. Alright, so this was Malden Street, and there is the bridge, and that meant over there had to be...

Something caught her attention and her eyes shifted from reading a street sign to the familiar man clad in white. “Oh! Mr Kimblee. Stuck here too, hm?” Winry gestured over to the blockade. “Do you know what happened?”