[ While it's a little strange to have a son who is a suit of armor - especially a suit of armor easily recognizable as being one of Hohenheim's things, which Trisha had even dusted before - it wasn't as though Trisha hadn't been fairly warned in advance (at least, she was aware it was a thing).
...Though it's never going to not be a tad odd to feel a surge of affection and maternal interest at the sight of a suit of armor. Hmm.
Either way, she spots Alphonse while coming out of one of the other food shops, and detours over to him, automatically. ]
What are you taking notes on, dear? Some project?
[ Trisha shifts the bag of groceries she's holding to her other arm, touching Al's elbow - well, the armor's elbow? - when she reaches him. ]
d, but jfc e....
...Though it's never going to not be a tad odd to feel a surge of affection and maternal interest at the sight of a suit of armor. Hmm.
Either way, she spots Alphonse while coming out of one of the other food shops, and detours over to him, automatically. ]
What are you taking notes on, dear? Some project?
[ Trisha shifts the bag of groceries she's holding to her other arm, touching Al's elbow - well, the armor's elbow? - when she reaches him. ]