This is definitely not my office.

Some lady on the street just asked if I've been drinking my milk. My milk. What is she? Nuts?! Who drinks milk?! It's disgusting! I told her, and she had the nerve to pat me on the head and tell me that I'd grow if I drank milk! I'M NOT SHORT, LADY. I DON'T NEED A STOOL TO GET TO THE TOP SHELF IN THE REFRIGERATOR! AND I DON'T NEED TO DRINK DISGUSTING COW JUICE!

[ooc: Because Ed hasn't had a milk or short rant in public yet.]

What...is this place? Why am I here?

So the Aliens are going to be around less and have left us not with islands but with a whole planet that we can terraform? That is an interesting development.

The last time I shared a house this big with this few people I was 7 years old. The silence is freaking me out. At least New York is noisy. I swear you can hear crickets on the porch at night here. It's unnatural.

I'm turning on all the TVs so it sounds like there are more people here. I think there's a new episode of Cougar Town, so that should suffice for mindless chatter, right?

Filtered to Steve Rogers.

Are you and I going to be alone in this mansion for a whole month? Because that cat seems to think my bed is an acceptable substitute nesting place for Carol's. It is not correct. But it really does not appreciate it when I try to move it, and it has claws. But this does not seem like an appropriate task for the suit.

And I've run out of things to do to Barton's room in his absence.