(So I wrote another chapter of this and no one is more surprised than I am. I'm working on other things. How did this get another chapter?)

Greed was rummaging through his pants pockets. He hadn't found anything except lint and a candy wrapper Ling knew Greed was surprised to see there. The other three were a little farther away arguing about camp. Because of resources and time, Heinkel and Darius wanted Ed to just alchemy up some shelter. Ed was arguing that even if he put everything back, alchemy left traces. Even from here it was easy to hear Ed's side of the argument.

"Hey Ling, explain something to me," Greed said.

"Sure," Ling agreed, metaphorically leaning back.

Aside from not being in Xing things had gone alright for him the past few days, no reason to be difficult. And, after what he'd gone through, Greed could probably use a sense of normalcy.

"You're a prince right?"

"Yeah."

"So how, do you have no money?! I mean seriously? Royalty and you have nothing."

"Oh I do," Ling corrected. "But you left it in my bloody clothes, and it was all Xingese money."

Greed was silent for a moment, though Ling knew he was gritting his teeth.

"We're not in Xing."

No, meaning Xingese currency was useless, but Amestris was so bad at relations with other countries it wasn't like Ling could've exchanged his money. At least, not easily. And he'd wanted to be back by now, but he wasn't, and Greed knew that full well and was keeping him here anyway. Not that he wanted whatever the Promised Day entailed to happen but that wasn't the point.

"No where near it," Ling agreed with fake cheerfulness.

Greed was silent for a moment longer, apparently flabbergasted. Then he flung both hands into the air.

"Forget it. I'll just start stealing everything."

"Try passing out on the street sometime," Ling said. "There are some people you can bum things off of." He paused and thought a little. "Just don't do it in front of any soldiers or they'll arrest you."