<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffcc">Alexi nodded reluctantly. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffa6">“I suppose it was only a matter of time before I had to learn it anyways.”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffcc"> he replied, trying to ignore the look in Lucian’s eyes that implied the Workroom might be used for something else in that case.</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">Ayla hopped up and walked over to one of the bookshelves that had some rather nice decanters being used as bookends. She’d been amused by it when they had first arrived, the sheer quantity of wine that was scattered around the estate, but now it was just common place. She picked up one of the bottles and grabbed three glasses, bringing them back to the table.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d"> “I don’t think this particular one we’ve been working at shows much promise though… it's too inefficient. Nearly a fifth of the energy is lost in conversion.”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">she gestured with a glass at one of the problematic areas, before pouring the glasses</span>.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d">“You know we spend every night after dinner working on various projects like this. Whatever comes to mind. You’re more than welcome to join us for brainstorming… it's just by the time you come down, usually, we’ve moved on to just relaxing before bed.”</span>