Sleep is a myth.

Everyone can go drinking then. . . Wait who drinks besides the Führer and the General?

“Do we have any meetings tomorrow morning?”

“Well it doesn’t hurt to have a drink on occasion, Riza.”

“. . . Yeah, that’s fair.”

“And you didn’t take any photos?!”

“I have half a mind to put Sheska to work on finding it.”

“I’ll put her on the case first thing in the morning.”

“Right, makes sense... Friday night open? I haven’t actually had the chance to drink with you since I had the Elric family over during the summer time.”

“Oh Roy... I can help with that if you need me to.”

“A nap would do you good, but maybe try a full night of sleep for a change?”

“Try seven to eight hours…”

“Why does today feel so slow? I honestly wouldn’t mind having paperwork stacked on my desk right now.”

“Please sir, may I have some more?”

“I sure did. Nothing like a fresh stack of paperwork to start my day.”

“Great, thanks.”

“Elicia’s costume idea for me this year is a little... odd, but I can’t ignore the request and artistry of my precious baby girl!!” And so General Hughes arrived at work dressed up as a haunted phone booth with pale and bloody make-up and all.

“Edward sure has grown over the years, but the occasional pair of platform boots for Christmas isn’t such a bad gift, is it?”

Hughes is also wondering where the Royal babies are.