[There's the ticket. Everybody likes good food, don't they? The ones who have to consume it, at any rate. Having had a vampire for a housemate did good at stretching a more open mind. Winry's mouth might be watering at the idea, but Will's isn't. The way his lips twist is all in reaction to her, the amazement, the delight, nothing else.]

It's far sweeter than the kind made with apples. [A Captain Obvious statement? Perhaps it could be taken that way, but it means that the process of making it is a little different. More of a balancing act. If it ends up too sweet, then it's not going to be too successful. If it ends up so dulled that it's more peach-flavored than peach cider, it's not going to be too successful, either.] Depending on how it's made, that is. Some people like it sweeter than others, but if it's all sweet...don't want it to rot teeth.

[His fingers twitch in his pockets, shoulders lifting as he breathes in deeper, focus scattered while he gathers his thoughts. Being sociable is not that bad, no. But now he's trying to think of where this can be gotten, exactly.]

Did your granny teach you how to make her cider?

[Is there anything better than homemade? Rarely. Homemade and passed down from one generation to another? Can't be beat.]