"A what? You rode a..." Ed's gaze moved past Alphonse, and his eyes went almost impossibly wide; his mouth was as round as his eyes. "That's not a horse," he hissed furiously, never taking his gaze off Mustang - with Becky across his lap - guiding the horse down the footpath to the road. Ed swallowed, hard. "That's...that's a fucking house! On legs!"
I can't recall now who I was fussing at (oh, I do it so often) but sometimes the most aggravating thing about a good fic is knowing that in a chapter, there will be a sentence that makes me almost squeee in happiness. Alright, that probably sounds egotistical, but hey, us writers need our little moments of "yeah, that's exactly it." ( There are lines like that in nearly every story, that just stand out... )