Ed slung a towel over his shoulder and headed around the corner to the showering ever, wincing at how badly he smelled.

What he saw there made him stop and stare.

Winry was naked, in all her glory. Her arms were up as she ran her hands through her hair, and from the shower-bucket flowed... flowed... Ed wasn't sure. He wasn't sure he WANTED to know. He only saw that it was white, and wet, and left white wet trails on her skin.

He squeaked, feeling himself turn beet red.

Slowly, Winry turned. "...Ed?"

"Wh-WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?!" Ed pointed at the bucket, having the presence of mind at the last moment not to point directly at her body."

"It's MILK," Winry said, cross. "You know, milk. Good for smooth skin."

Ed stared. When Winry's breasts jiggled, milk sprayed in droplets.

After a moment, he screamed and fled.