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Kittens
It isn't that Ed doesn't like kittens. They're little balls of fluff with scratchy tongues and eyes that are too big and . . . they're kind of cute, that's all.
He glances around and opens his jacket to set the wriggling sphere of warmth he can feel even through his shirt down on the table. It shakes itself and immediately starts to lap at the saucer of milk he's already set down. Ed reaches out to scratch beneath tiny ears, and it starts purring.
Damn it. If Al sees this, he's never going to hear the end of it.