[Evy nods and pours him a cup, as well as one for herself (splash of milk, one lump sugar). She doesn't notice the emu's approach until she feels it brush against her skin--at which point she jumps, nearly dropping the teapot, and wrenches her head out of the way.]
Oh, you're as bad as a camel!
[But there's laughter in her voice as she says it.]
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Oh, you're as bad as a camel!
[But there's laughter in her voice as she says it.]