[emerald is tilting back a drink when those words come out, and she has to swallow quickly so she doesn't spit it out all over the table.]

The pie is mind-controlling people? Are you for real? [that's as wild a conspiracy as anything.] I don't think that's something that people do to pie. But who knows! [she takes another bite, swallows, and waves her fingers sarcastically.] Maybe the pie is making us say that. [ah, she's having a good time already.]

So you said you haven't been here for very long? [she offers her hand.] Call me Emerald. I'm pretty sure you're the first person I've met who can say more than ten words.