The greenhouse lights dim for the evening, and the crew sits down with a handful of paper cards.
Comet holds up five cards marked 16, 8, 4, 2 and 1. Three face up, two face down.
"Quick," she says. "What number?"
Wren scans the cards. "Sixteen, four and one. Twenty-one."
Nova blinks twenty-one tiny lights in a ring, then turns them off one by one. "Correct," she says. "Great discovery!"
Wren gathers the cards. "My turn to show one. No peeking, Comet."