[Good, mischief is so upsetting.] She spends the hex; if she's misjudged him she can torch it off him later. [To make a coin you just move the pain across your mind, in a way that should have just begun to make sense. Do you want your own coin sorter or do you want to keep them loose or what?]

[I gathered.] She spends another wish on giving him a sorter.

The square disappears into it. Ripper nibbles her some more.

This is very much distracting her from playing with the new and improved sensation-synthesizer.

But it's fun. And nibbly.

Distracting, chocolatey nibbles.