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The beaver eyed the now-quiet bunny with a bit of a leer and was just about put the stupid rodent in its place when the loud clatter of falling pots clanged out of the kitchen. As the beaver turned to look, he felt a blast of heat and saw a jet of steam coming from the register mounted on the wall by the stove.

“What the…?” the beaver heard from over his shoulder and turned his head to see the bunny standing beside him staring at the furiously whistling steam vent that threatened to engulf them both in a dangerous wet fog. The beaver and Edward looked into each other’s eyes and then down at their furry forepaws.

“I think you —”

“It’s not my—”

They abruptly fell silent as they realized neither was equipped to deal with the mishap. They both then backed slowly out of the kitchen. Edward shivered to shake off the water droplets that were forming on his coat. The beaver looked at him and said mildly, “Gareth hates it when I do that in the living room.“

Edward shot him a look and hopped back another step as more and more steam billowed out of the small kitchen.

“Shall we abandon ship?” he inquired of the beaver.

“I think not. Let us retreat as far as the window and survey the situation.”

As they settled on the ottoman that sat beneath the window, they could hear a slackening in the racket emanating from the kitchen.

“Well,” said Edward with a determined look, ”that seems to be being taken care of. Shall we continue?”