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It may not be quite the same surprise as before, but Emerson's entrance into the bar this time is still something of a nasty shock.

On the other hand, he had been craving a snack after lunch, and this doesn't require him to leave his office.

After briefly weighing his options, Emerson walks over to the bar, and orders a glass of ice cream. Instead, a strawberry-kiwi smoothie appears.

"Not what I ordered," he protests. The smoothie remains.

Emerson lifts the straw in the glass, testing the smoothie's consistency. While his craving had been for ice cream, he also did not wish to repeat the "Pooh" incident. He takes a small sip.

"Not bad," he concedes.

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"That's a new one." She's cheerful. "Maybe you need to come in here more."

"Don't get your hopes up."

These things can only last for so long.

"Magic Bar or not, I got cases to work. Besides, I didn't think you and Pie Boy'd like the competition."

"That's true," she admits. "But... what are the chances our loyal customers are going to stumble onto this place?"

"Same chance as you?"

Or him, or presumably anyone else, for that matter.

"But you've got 'em beat for location."

Emerson doesn't believe pie goes well with a window to the end of the universe.

"What, don't like the view?"

"You like it?"

"Could be worse. Gives me an appetite."

Well... Olive has a strong stomach.

"I'm tryin' not to think about it."

Or he might lose his.

"Okay." She takes a big bite of pie. "They should put up some curtains, maybe."

Emerson makes an indistinct noise.

"Won't hide the giant robots."

"You gotta confront 'em, sometime."

"I think I'll take my time, thanks."

Giant robots are not as appetizing as pie.

"Guess it's your call."

Emerson snorts.

"Not accordin' to this place."

"What, you think the bar's going to conjure up giant robots just to mess with ya?"

She contemplates this. "Actually, that could happen, around here."

"I was taking about suddenly having a bar in my office."

As he's finishing up the pie, "But good to know."

"Yeah, well. You may not know this yet, but... the bar really enjoys a good joke. I spilled my lemonade everywhere last time."

He eyes the bar, but just grumbles, "Great. More excitement."

"You know, I don't get that."

She looks at him. "Why're you so opposed to a little adventure, now and then?"

"'Cause that's all my life is. A little adventure."

As he puts his fork down, "I like cutting to the happy ending."

"Oh?"

She leans her chin on her hands.

"And what's that like, exactly?"

Olive's not really expecting a straight answer, because... this is Emerson... but it can't hurt to ask.

"It's like I want to get paid by I gotta wait for some guy who murdered some other guy to take a shot at me first."

Or trap him in a crash test car. Or try to run him down with a horse. Things can never be even that simple, it seems.

"Well, I can see why you'd want a little P & Q."

"Don't look like that'll be happening soon."

But he doesn't sound bitter..

And Emerson likes getting paid.

"Guess you should relish it while it lasts," she suggests. "That's what I always do."