"Wait, hold on a second."
Luca's voice interrupted her spiraling thoughts. He was looking around at all the gadgets with a new realization.
"I just noticed something." He turned to face her. "All of these inventions—they're for combat. Defense, attack, battlefield tactics, escape, concealment. Every single one is designed for war or dangerous situations."
He gestured broadly.
"None of them are everyday gadgets. Nothing for making life easier."
He looked at her with curiosity.
"That's strange. With your intellect, you could have created countless everyday objects that would improve everyone's lives. But you focused everything on combat. Why?"
Mavis was quiet for a moment.
"I do have a few everyday devices." She admitted. "The thing over there polishes my hooves. That one toasts my bread extra crispy—just the way I like it."
She smiled briefly at the thought.
"But you're right. Most of them are for war."
She paused.
"And that's because...I made them for myself."
