Ed, Al, Winry, Hawkeye, and Mustang all sat at the dinner table with broad smiles on their faces. Dish by hearty dish, Pinako delivered the Thanksgiving feast to the table. The sultry aromas rose to their noses, enticing their senses. Their minds were racing about the mouth-watering flavors that were soon to enter their mouths. Every person in the household with the exception of Al knew good and well that they would come away from the table ashamed at the gluttons they had made themselves. But, each of them also knew it was completely worth it. Finally, Pinako delivered the grand dish, the crème-de-la-crop of them all: the magnificently juicy butterball turkey. Mustang made a deep guttural sound from the bottom of his throat and Ed seemed almost giddy at the arrival of the true Thanksgiving dish. After Pinako sat it down, she announced, "This is a feast worthy of Gods. Now, ladies and gentlemen… eat up!" Everyone quickly dug into the meal, spooning heaping piles of mashed potatoes, stuffing, various casseroles, and banana pudding onto their plates. Ed immediately dove for the two turkey legs, practically melting away as the tenderized meat reach his mouth. Mustang gulped down bite after bite of buttery sweet cornbread, giving an occasional and rare smile at everyone at the table, Ed included. Hawkeye tried to make herself look self-contained, but still fell victim to the delectable fried potatoes. Meanwhile, Winry was eating more greenbean casserole than she ever dreamed of eating. Pinako, on the other hand, was the only one at the table being able to contain herself. She slowly ate strip per strip of the amazing turkey, smiling gently at the sheer enjoyment being experienced by those at the table.

Eventually, bit by bit, the dishes became emptier and the bellies became fuller. After it was clear that everyone was finished, Pinako got up and removed the dishes and disappeared into the kitchen to wash them. Everyone leaned back in their chairs, their bellies bulging outwards. "So… what do you think about homestyle Resembool cooking, Colonel Mustang?" Winry asked.

"Well, young lady, you and your grandmother are most excellent cooks," Mustang said with a big smile.

"Why, thank you!" Winry giggled. Ed rolled his eyes at Mustang and Mustang merely sneered back at him.

"Yes, it was quite impressive, Winry," Hawkeye said.

"Best Thanksgiving ever, Win!" Ed exclaimed.

"Well, it was more Granny than me, to be honest," Winry said with a blush.

"It's still impressive," Al said. "I could just imagine how good it would've tasted. And I could tell which parts you made by the way you watched the people eating it."

Winry's face turned a beat red. "Was it that obvious…?" she said, obviously embarrassed.

"Yes, it kind of was, dear," Pinako said as she entered the dinning room again.

"Did you feed Black Hayate any table scraps, m'am?" Hawkeye asked.

"No, Lieutenant. I did as you asked. Plus, I don't think Den would've let him have any. He's a greedy little pup," Pinako said, laughing. Everyone else chuckled. Mustang then reach to the center of the table and grabbed a bottle of wine.

"May I?" he asked Pinako.

"Go ahead, Colonel," she responded.

Mustang cleared his throat, then spoke deeply, "I propose a toast." He popped the cork off the bottle. "This time of year, we must give thanks to what we have." He poured the wine into everybody's glasses then handed them out. "Each of us could go on for hours about what we are thankful for. But, there is one thing that all of us are thankful for above all else: life. Without it, well… we wouldn't be here today, obviously. Everyone, let us toast. To life!" Mustang threw his glass up in the air. Everyone else did the same and simultaneously chanted, "To life!"