Note: Ĝ is pronounced like the g in 'gem'.
"I'd like a citrus, please."
Lunch Lady was unimpressed. "You mean a lemon or a lime, sweetie?"
"No, a ... citrus sinensis."
The prison canteen was an unforgiving place. "That's a type of tree."
Ghost Writer slumped. He had to conquer this phobia somehow, but he just couldn't stand that non-rhyming word.
The next person in the queue came to his rescue: "Lin volas oranĝo."
"Well, why didn't he say so?" The Lunch Lady's eyes twinkled with false innocence as she handed Writer the fruit.
Writer gaped. "Oranĝo?"
Wulf nodded. "Jes."
Bliss swept over Writer's face. "That rhymes with banjo!"