When you reach your personal retreat, Twilight’s looking over more plans on your desk. Her expression brightens when she notices you enter. ”Oh, Anon! I think I figured out some ideal segment ratios here, after looking over some books on avian anatomy and gauging different likely object sizes. I was going to start running some numbers based on the equations you sent me, but...” She looks down at your phone, sitting on the corner of the table. ”I wanted to test this thing’s calculator, but  can’t seem to use it.”