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Library - Sunday

After yesterday's detention, all Lee really wants to do today sit, read and avoid any needles or robot guts or running. So, he's got a stack of books (randomly selected from the shelves), a bottle of water and a banana.

He hasn't started reading anything yet. Instead, he's scribbling some notes about something he had been reading before starting on anything new.

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"I've only been on this one and home," he said. "Maybe others would?"

"Just wondering if different energies would make the alchemy behave differently if the alchemy was possible," Lee put forth. "Like, if you expected one result and got another because of the energy differences."

He considered that for a long moment, obviously giving the question some thought. "I don't think it would. The equation in your head is what governs the results. The energy just powers the transmutation. If the energy is too different to power it, it wouldn't work."

Nodding, Lee asked, "Are there different equations for different things?"

Edward grinned. "Yeah, but they're all in your head. It's not a straight up mathematical equation though you have to know what makes up the steel or the wood or the rock." He tilted his head. "I could lend you a basic alchemy book if you're interested?"

"I would be, yeah," Lee said, nodding. "I'd definitely be interested."

"I'll go find my brother and make him give it back to me," Ed told him. "He stole all my books last year and refuses to give them back unless I steal 'em."

Lee laughed and asked, "Older or younger?"

"Younger," Edward said. "Alphonse. He's a year younger."

"I've got one of those," Lee said, smirking. "Zak."

"He here too?" Edward asked, grinning.

"Nope, back home," Lee said, shaking his head. "Enjoying the full wrath of my father alone. He probably hates me."

"He's your brother," Ed said, not understanding that concept. "He couldn't hate you."

"Severely dislikes me," Lee amended. "And will want to beat me up the next time we see each other."

"I've never beaten Al in a fight. He enjoys rubbing it in," Ed said, looking less than amused. "Maybe if you brought him back here with you?"

Lee thought about it and then shook his head. "I don't know if Zak's ready for a place like this."

"Is anyone?" he pointed out.

"Good point," Lee said. "Guess he'd get used to it just like I am."

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