On the other hand, Colonel Mustang himself was looking forward to this. One might question whether he had a masochistic streak within him, but he had his reasons. Though he never said anything about it, he missed the days when they were both teenagers -- and courting each other willingly, not out of obligation. He knew those days were gone, but if he could inch his way back into his fiancée's heart, give her a life beyond work, he felt they could make this succeed.

And as 5:30 rolled around, a trio of knocks could be heard to the door of Cornelia's quarters. Roy was as punctual as always. In his right hand he carried a bag of ingredients, though what they were it was impossible to tell just yet.