"Tea's fine," Emma decided, finding herself a seat and perching on the edge of the chair. "I'll only thwump them if they do something that needs it, like stepping on me or pinching my arse. And I promise I'll do it so politely they won't notice." Or she'd try, anyway, unless the situation were too far gone. But she didn't think the customers would be like Garber and require being punched in the nose to get the point across.
"You know you don't have to give me a job just because we're mates," she pointed out.