He drew a shaky hexagon. The pad glowed. Numbers appeared: Side length: 1.5m. Interior angle: 120°. Area: 5.85 m².

“We don’t need a magic pad,” said Moe, the saw operator. He picked up a circular saw. “I’ll cut the beams by feel.”

That night, they sat inside the gazebo eating cold pizza. The Mathspad sat in the center, quietly displaying a perfect starry night—just because it could.