<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffcc">Alexi nodded, watching him swing the blade expertly, mind dwelling on what he was saying.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffa6">"That could work...."</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">Ayla spoke up at that point, pushing off the wall where she'd been leaning. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d">" actually that gives me an idea."</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99"> she said, glancing over at her brother.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d"> " start with the denser material, yes. But one you know you can shrink. Figure out by how much, and have the base object crafted at that size instead."</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99"> the twins both looked at each other.</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffa6">"So staring at the halfway point instead..."</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffcc"> he mused. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffa6">"that.... That just might work"</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffcc"> he almost seemed to stare off into space, sitting on the bench.</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d">"Aaaand now we've lost him"</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99"> she smiled affectionately at her brother before turning back to the dark haired man. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d">"Which reminds me... All our notes. And other personal possessions. They're at our father's town house...."</span>