human
After all, it doesn't matter. The poor fellow is doubtless used to richer cordials, but it's hot and strong and will do the work. You, Angelique, make us a pot of your best coffee, and swing round that dinner-pot. The man is almost starved, and I'm on the road to follow him. How about you, Margot?
gpt
Poh! I guess I'm hungry--I will be--see! He's swallowing it. Fast. Give me that bigger spoon! Quick!
human
What would you? Scald the creature's throat? So he isn't dead, after all. Well, he needn't have made a body think so, he needn't. There, Margot! You've messed him with the black stuff!