Saturday the string and chalk come out to the driveway, and the family draws a circle one big stride across.
"Each card names an angle," Comet says. "Walk to its point on the rim before Wren finds the coordinates."
The first card reads 120°. Someone walks past the top mark and stops. "Left and up," they say. "Cos -1/2, sin √3/2."
"How did you know the size?" Wren asks. "It is the 60° triangle, flipped across the up-down line."
Nova hovers over the chalk, her light a soft hint. "Would you like a card past one full turn?"
"Four hundred and five degrees," Comet reads. "That is a lap and 45 more. The 45° point."
"Next card," Wren says. "This one gives a sine and a quadrant, and asks for the cosine."