[She's fucking with him. He knows this, she has to be. Who else would suggest this? But then again, Mercy has missed lots of more modern cues about things that are acceptable, and also he dug this hole so maybe he lives in it now. He gives a tiny, shaky laugh, and then picks up one of the candy pops.]

Right. Uhm, well, y-you have to start by getting some... bits. Yeah, bits, like--

[And he does his best to just whack the candy against the rock. It does absolutely nothing to either party. There's two or three totally silent moments, and then he smacks it again in rapid succession a couple more times. It only seems to produce a sliver.]

Er, not... exactly, like that, but you get the idea?

[Martin, silently begging for her to please oh please get the idea]