[ some days it's difficult to believe it's all finally over. that when they get on the train to Resembool, they won't be going back to Central for missions or research or leads. no, instead they get to spend time at rest, at home. being back in Resembool isn't always fun and games -- there's plenty to do in way of recovery. Alphonse's body is weak still, slowly healing itself and Ed's new (or old?) arm needs time to build muscle, his leg needs changing and fine tuning now that he's hit some freakish growth spurt. it's a strange, normal life, something neither boy has had in years, after all. it will take its time.

they're eating early this evening, and both Pinako and Winry have finished their meals and are sitting out in the late evening heat, leaving the boys to their own devices with their doubled portions and full glasses of milk. Ed is usually staring his down, glaring it out of existence, but now he's doing that to Al's food. in fact, he scoops up a spoonful of roasted, mashed turnips or somesuch. it's a vegetable, he's pretty sure, right? ]

Here, Al, eat up! You can't just eat the bread and potatoes you have to eat real vegetables, or you'll never get strong! C'mon!