[Do go on,] says Sherlock.

[New version is called a 'sensory synth'. All kinds of fun features. I am pretty sure it is sophisticated enough that if you wanted you could try a convincing facsimile of my favorite thing.]

[Now that would be interesting.]

[I thought so! And there are other pleasing un-agony-beam-like applications - Pattern recommends using it like a sustain pedal on a piano - but that was the first thing that came to mind when I heard it.]

[Fascinating. I want one.]

[Then you should have one!]

[And now I do.]

[Excellent.] Pause. [I have two hours before I have to go to school for Charlie-placation.] (It is currently five in the morning. Sleep? What sleep?)

[That sounds like a decent amount of time for experiments.]

[It does! C'mere?]

He goes there.

[Interesting,] says Sherlock. [Go on.]

[With the biting, or do you want to start somewhere else?]

[Ooh, let's try the biting first.]

[That is nice,] says Sherlock, snuggling her.

[Isn't it?] She carries on, hugging him tight, nibbling gently with her real teeth while she duplicates Her Favorite Thing with synth ones. [It feels like it doesn't make sense for it to feel good but it does it anyway. Emphatically.]

[It makes plenty of sense to me.]

Snuggle snuggle squiiiiiiiiiiiirm.

Good squirming, yes? She would like to induce good squirming.

Extremely good.