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(Emily is queueing at a café. Behind her is a mother with two children: a young girl and a younger boy.)
Mother: What happened to the other bit?
Daughter: Just don't give him any, he doesn't get it.
Mother: This time, don't swallow it! It's chewing gum, you're supposed to chew it until it runs out. Then spit it out and give it to me. OK? -SIGH-
(Emily watches this interaction, then is struck by a thought.)
Barista: Next?
Emily (with a note in hand ready to pay): Can I please have an iced chai?
Barista: Yup!