[The emu nuzzles into the touch. He's a strangely affectionate emu.]
Black. No sugar. A twist of lemon if you have it.
[Meanwhile, the emu notices Miss Carnahan's earrings. They look potentially tasty. Hovering in closer, the emu looks about ready to peck at her right earring.]
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Black. No sugar. A twist of lemon if you have it.
[Meanwhile, the emu notices Miss Carnahan's earrings. They look potentially tasty. Hovering in closer, the emu looks about ready to peck at her right earring.]