"What the hell did you just do to my car!?" she screamed, slamming the door behind her as she stomped towards where he stood, hands planted on the hood of her car. He'd performed that alchemy trick on it, and the engine had very suddenly died.
"I don't know!" he shouted, looking almost as distressed as she was. "I was just trying to-"
Maka shoved him out of the way, popping the hood open. The catastrophe within made her grimace inscrutably. "Trying to what, wreck my car?"
Whatever he had done, the engine was now horribly malformed. Maka was no mechanic, but even she could tell the extent to which it had been distorted. no wonder it had stopped running; they should count themselves lucky that it hadn't exploded.
"I was just trying to make it run better," he said, a little sheepishly. "I saw some tricks in a magazine, I thought..."
"Fix it," Maka ordered.
"I can't, I don't know-"
Edward sighed, clapped his hands together, and set them down on the car again, sparkling with alchemical magic. The engine hissed, glowed, re-organized...but failed, once again, to settle down in a shape recognizable as an angine. In fact, it had suddenly developed devil's horns, which she was certain had not been there before.
"Ugh, you're useless!" she shouted, kicking him in the shins. His eyes bulged and he turned to face her directly, no doubt intending to shoot back with a counter-spiel, but they were interrupted by the roar of a motorcycle engine in the distance. A loud, yellow, extremely distinctive motorcycle. It pulled over as it approached, engine growling like apanther, and sure enough, in the driver's seat, was...
"Soul!" Maka said happily. "Thank god you're here. Give me a lift home? This idiot just wrecked my car."
"Sure, hop on," Soul said. He grinned smugly at Edward, showing off his pointed fangs. "Sorry, pal, only room for one more."
"Fix it and drive it home," Maka ordered Edward as she settled into the seat. "You made the mess, you clean it up."
"Seeya, shrimp," SOul said, and then he gunned it, and the motorcycle was chasing the horizon again.
From somewhere behind them, they heard Edward shouting: WHo did you call a super tiny microscopic shrimp hatchling!?