[Somewhere, a man named Heimlich is staring into the middle distance and only later wonders where his thoughts wandered off too just then. Here, Wysteria gags once under the thump, then hocks up would-be murderous pastry with a sawing series of coughs.]
It was not [she gasp-sobs, pausing to down the cup's entire contents] an intimate moment!
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It was not [she gasp-sobs, pausing to down the cup's entire contents] an intimate moment!