"You actually read that stuff?" Ed asks, noticing the dime romance peeking out of Winry's bag. "It's so ... girly."

"I'm a girl," Winry reminds him. (Sometimes she has to.)

"Yeah, but those girls are all helpless and frilly." He pokes the frilly, willowy figure illustrated on the cover and grimaces. "Screaming 'Unhand me!' at the villain and fainting onto the hero - you wonder why anyone wants 'em." Looking Winry up and down, he adds, "Not like you. You'd throw wrenches."

And he asks why she reads romances. "How do you know so much about these things, Edward?" she inquires sweetly.