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Things were finally falling into place. Plans were coming together, and things were settling down again. Atleast, as settled as they could have been on this crazy island. Al and Ed had spent many afternoons collecting plantlife samples, learning about the eco-system, and putting together the details of their first trek into the dinosaur

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Winry looked over the edge of the half-built treehouse, a couple of nails held between her teeth and a large hammer in her hand. "Hi, Edward!" she called, waving the hammer at him. "Come on up!"

A rope ladder rolled neatly off the edge of the treehouse, the end of it landing right at Ed's feet.

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Edward watched the ladder unroll with an odd sort of interest, and a smirk. Of course, it was exactly the right length. And though he didn't doubt Winry's ingenuity, he grasped the rope and gave it a good tug to test for security, before beginning to climb the ladder. It swayed as rope ladders are known to do, and for a moment Edward was reminded of afternoons on rope swings and jumping into the river.

"How's it coming?" he asked as his head finally peered over the edge of the 'floor'.

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Pieces of wood and tiny bits of metal were scattered across the floor in ways that at first looked like chaos, but after a moment's study they were actually grouped in a strangely logical order. "It's going really well," she said. "I think I'll have the walls up by the end of the week."

She laid the hammer on a ledge and flopped down beside a pile of bamboo poles. "What's up?"

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Edward was a bit akward about pulling himself up off the ladder-- his left foot tangled at first, and he had to shake it free. He was familliar with Winry's type of organization, and it wasn't long before he noticed the method to the madness. "End of the week, huh?" he smiled, "you always were a fast worker."

He sat cross-legged on a bit of empty floor, and picked at some of the bamboo. Good thing the stuff grew like a damned weed, there was never a shortage of it. "Actually, I uh..." he shifted, untucking his left leg -- this position never worked very well in shorts, damned metal pressing into skin -- and setting his sole flat on the ground. He looked Winry in the eye, forced his old hell-raiser grin, and flexed his metal fingers. "I was actually hoping I could get a tune-up."