Saturday at the Blueprint Table, Rocket hands out straws. "Build Day. Everyone makes a roof triangle that closes."
"Then we slice," Raven says, setting the clay on the tray. "What do you notice about the cut faces?"
"They match the shapes we learned," Rocket's cousin says. "Flat cut, base shape."
Nova hovers above the straw pile, her light measuring the longest one. "Predict first," she says. "Then push."
"Three, three and eight," the cousin says. "It will not close. Six is less than eight."
Rocket grins. "Try 5, 9, 9. That one always works."
Nova hums. "One roof, four matching triangles."
Great building, crew. Next week the string goes around the can, and a famous number appears.