(She's coconut today.)
Some time later, they are curled up together in Ripper's bed.
He starts giggling for no discernible reason.
"What?" asks Bella, poking him in the chest and giggling with contagious amusement despite not knowing what's funny.
"Aianon just brainphoned me," he snickers. "He says he discovered tentacle porn today and he's wondering if I want to go have interesting new kinds of sex."
"I can't decide whether that is a great idea or a terrible idea, what do you think?"
"Do I even want to know where he's planning to get the tentacles? Is he going to make a tentacle porn plant, I bet he is, wow, I am going to be the proud empress of a world that contains tentacle porn flora."
"Of course you are. Please note the sarcasm in the word 'proud'. I'm not going to ban tentacle porn foliage but I would not want to be described as encouraging it."
But apparently not too hard to brainphone Aianon, who inquires by conference call a moment later, [Is there something wrong with tentacle porn flora?]
[Then I will not trouble you with it. Except to borrow your boyfriend for... experiments.]
[D'you want me to hex you with teleportation so you can escape the flora if it goes rogue?]
She kisses his nose and spends the hex. [There you are.]
He spends a few extra seconds snuggling her before he kisses her again, disentangles himself, and teleports away.