She looked a little surprised at his tone and then widened her eyes slightly as she realised the reason.  Trying to bring a little levity back she sent a sharp gust of wind blowing it into a dartboard on the wall.  The coin wasn't sharp enough to stick in, of course, but it made a satisfying thud when it struck.  "Bullseye" she lied - that kind of fine control of a gust was far too difficult and while she hadn't seen precisely where it stuck it would be pure fluke if it had been a bullseye.<br/><br/>Craning her neck to see where it had landed she saw it had come up tails and, after leaving a long enough pause that she could be fairly sure Trent saw it and knew she was cheating she announced "Heads.  Unlucky, sweetheart.  I'll have the fish stew."