[ Ed is in the middle of lounging by the window, still fuming from reading Amber's last text. He has an alchemy book open on his blackglass but he doesn't seem so interested in it at the moment (that would be because he's read it a thousand times). When he spots that familiar head of hair, he snaps into alertness, ignoring Amber's greeting in favor of yelling at her from above. ]
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I am not short! Who were you calling short?!