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.
