If only he could manage something nearly so brilliant as Leonardo. You know, without accidentally killing large swaths of the world in the process. Barns seemed like a better choice, filled with warm animals who were wonderful to pet. If they were petable.

"Plans for a barn," Reeve answered as he looked up, twisting the paper in the man's general direction as an invitation. "There is no proper one in the city, or so I was informed. And as my specific abilities are towards architecture and planning and less toward hunting, scavenging, and more immediately practical survival things, I offered to work on it."

Oh, and there was that other thing Malik mentioned, wasn't there?

"At least for now it does not seem that we shall have to ration enough to leave us with painful bellies by winter's end. Eating your reasonable fill should be possible."