Layla walked to her son's side and scooped some piping hot soup onto his plate. "You must eat," she spoke as she put some more. "You're as thin as a twig, you must have been starving yourself in Gavaria."
Elric politely moved his plate away when the woman was about to place another spoonful of soup onto his plate. "I don't believe I will gain weight in a single meal mother, you don't have to stuff me up like a thanks giving turkey."
Layla walked back to her chair and slid the plate of bread to her son. "Have some bread then," she instead. She then turned to her husband and grabbed the pate of meat from him. "And some meat too.."
"Mother," Elric chuckled, "thank you but I'm quiet fine with the soup."