Night and Winry were headed to Ingrid's house latter on the same night. A benefit of being a master in a chi-barrack is that one has there own house inside the barack and besides, being away from their respective barracks meant that they were guests in Japan hence did not stay with the other soldiers. When they reached it, they let themselves in without knocking. They found Ingrid with a cooking apron and a packet of salt in hand heading for the kitchen. On seeing them Ingrid asked,
"Oh Night, want some soup?"
"Yes please. I'll have some," Night answered.
"Excuse me," Winry excused herself to go to the washroom.
"Great. Wait a bit I finish cooking." Ingrid said and entered the kitchen. Night frowned as his intuition screamed at him not to trust Ingrid's cooking much.
"So what are you cooking?"Night asked as he followed Ingrid into the kitchen. Ingrid didn't need to answer for Night could see what was going on. A fairly big cooking pot sat on top of a big furnace and was filled with warm water at the time. At the centre was a shirtless youth with blue hair and a silver streak tied down to a chair; Emilio. He was mouth folded and the water level had reached his neck. He was shaking uncontrollably in the warm water mostly out of fear and trauma. Now Emilio understood that when Ingrid said 'Let's have a little talk,' he meant ' let me invitee you to dinner with you being on the menu.' Night decided to play along with Ingrid's scheme completely not surprised by Ingrid's prank to terrify the young lad as a way of killing time and teach him some respect. He was used to this since many a while back used to teas Ingrid with his height a suffered the same fate in different ways. they all worked a little too good. Rumour had it that Ingrid was the founder of the torture committee of the army. He would latter throw them in their respective rooms after they had passed out.
"Nice catch but shouldn't we store him for latter?" Night said.
'Are these people cannibals?' Emilio asked himself while freaking out.
"Hey, I know you only wanna steal him for latter. Not happening." Ingrid told Night.Emilio tried screaming and beg them to let him go but the words came out muffled. He felt something sharp graze his cheek. He turned to look at its direction and saw a knife stuck on the wall behind him vibrating. He looked back at the two masters shaking even more than before. Ingrid had his hand stretched towards him.
"Tsk, I missed," he said, "Food shouldn't talk otherwise you'll spoil the broth." Tears flooded Emilio's eyes threatening to fall.
"Hey I know. How about rock-paper-scissors to determine his fate?" Night suggested.
"Hey, you just wanna snatch my meal away, don't you?" Ingrid retorted.
"It won't hurt now, would it?"
"Yes it will."
Emilio struggled to remove the mouth fold before biting though it.
"You two are deciding whether live or not through rock-paper-scissors! Don't you have a heart!?" He shouted terrified.A second cut appeared on Emilio's cheek and only realised the pain a second after it appeared. Ingrid had thrown the second knife so fast that Emilio could not see it at all.
"Tsk, I really should work on my aim." Ingrid said.
"Yes kid. This just shows how insignificant you are to our existence. I feel as if am wasting energy just by looking at you. You're lucky my conscience would not leave alone. Pray that win." Night said then turned his head back to Ingrid. Emilio actually began praying. He opened his eyes on hearing the words: Rock! Paper! Scissors!
Ingrid- Paper, Night- Rock. Night lost.
"Soup it is," Ingrid announced with a small devilish smile on his face. He poured salt into the water.
"I'm sorry I called you a pipsqueak earlier," Emilio pleaded," Please let me go." Night exploded in laughter.
"You called him a pipsqueak? My, you're dead."
'Stop making things worse,' Emilio made a mental accusation not wanting to also get on Night's bad side. Everything the two said were not heard by Ingrid except the word 'pipsqueak'.
"You know what," Ingrid said frowning while holding a third knife up," why don't we just kill him now?"
"He's all yours," Night said.
"No," Emilio pleaded. Tears fell from his left eye. Just then, a feminine voice asked," What are you talking about?"
The pink-haired lady from earlier entered the kitchen and saw what was happening. Emilio wondered why she was practically everywhere he went. What happened next happened so fast it took time for Emilio to process it. He found himself seated in front of the girl with a towel around him. The two men's heads swelled as evidence of being hit.
'My guardian angel,' Emilio thought.
"Why would you spoil the fun Winry?" Night asked the lady.
"How heartless can you two be," Winry scolded them instead, "You're making the poor boy suffer on his first night in the base. It has not even been four hours yet." Emilio was grateful, more than grateful to Winry. Ingrid tossed a cup at Winry. She took it and started drinking something from it. He tossed another cup at Night and he also caught it. He tossed another one at Emilio but Winry caught it for him. Emilio felt a bit embarrassed for having her do everything for him ever since he arrived at the base. He looked inside and saw it was coffee. Ingrid took a cup of his own and started drinking. Emilio was still a bit suspicious of Ingrid and hesitated a bit to drink the coffee.
"Don't worry, it's not poisoned." Winry assured him. He took a sip. It was one of the best drinks he had taken in his life.
"Its good." Emilio commented. Now that he had calmed down, Emilio looked at Night and Ingrid and saw that they were alike apart from their heights, hair style and the position of their tattoos.
"Father, son?" Emilio asked himself but a bit too loud. Night and Ingrid looked at each other. Winry struggled to hold back her laughter. Night shook his head and chuckled slightly.
"Who's the father and who's the son?" Ingrid asked clearly annoyed though his expression proved hard to read.
"No, they are brothers," Winry explained," And despite the looks Ingrid is the older one." A short silence took place and it made Emilio a bit uneasy.
"So sonny, what's your chi-level?" Ingrid asked.
"Chi-level?" Emilio asked unsure with the question.
"The highest technique you've achieved?" Ingrid elaborated. Emilio was still not sure what Ingrid was talking about.
"Don't worry much, you'll know by tomorrow." Winry told him.
"It's getting late," Ingrid said and walked towards Emilio who had by then finished drinking the coffee. He hit him on his scalp with the side of his hand. Emilio collapsed. He lifted him and carried him on his shoulders as water dripped to the floor.
"I'll take him to his room." Ingrid said," Be good and don't mess around my house Winry."
"Why me specifically," She retorted.
"Just do so until I came back." Ingrid then went outside into the darkness of the night which enveloped him like a blanket.