Ed eyed the glass suspiciously.

"I'm on to you," he muttered.

"Brother."

Ed turned.

"Yes, Al?"

"You're talking to it again."

Ed glared back at the glass.

"I know I am."

Alphonse sighed.

"Just drink the milk, Brother."

Ed flicked the top edge of the glass, producing a loud ringing noise.

"But I don't like Milk."

Al sighed again. It was a losing battle.