Ch116 - 23 MVP

Over the course of the doomed appetizers getting utterly annihilated, Miss Calculated's attention keeps drifting off.

Whether she wants to admit it or not, Lucas's dumb weapon requests have turned into the problem-solving equivalent of an earworm, and refuses to let go.

"Well, the material only needs to be light enough to remain airborne after a strength supe throws it, which combined with a sufficiently aerodynamic design could actually be fairly heavy compared to a normal recreational one…" As Miss Calculated quietly mutters to herself while lost in thought, Willy is the only one that can clearly hear what she's saying.

While she had noshed a little bit, it was nothing compared to the hoovering that is occurring virtually everywhere else at the table.

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