Let's all hold hands and sing Kumbaya

[notzubats]

Who: Everybody! It's a planet mingle!
Broadcast: If You want!
Action: On the Holding Hands plant!
When: From June 23 until whenever we need a new mingle.

[At long last, the fleet has arrived to a new planet. This means it's time for a mingle guys! Get in! ]

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[summerschild]

[Bran looks down at his stubby little fingers, and tries to follow along. He learned simple sums, of course, but it takes him a moment to figure this one out.]

... Twelve-hundred?

[geonomy]

[Oh man, he's so glad that kids like these learned simple maths. He grins, a little bit of a bounce to his steps even as he's carefully trying to figure out how many more steps he has to take.]

That's right! Twelve times one-hundred is twelve-hundred! When you're multiplying by ten, one-hundred, or one-thousand, all you have to do is carry however many zeroes you have to the end of the number you're multiplying.

[Unless there's decimals and whatnot, but that's a bit more complicated.]

So, in other words, twelve-hundred inches would be...

[And he stops, turns around, and shows Bran the distance between where they are and how far away the stick is.]

That far!

[summerschild]

How many inches is four hundred feet?

[He looks up at the trees. They look a lot taller than the distance to that stick...]

[geonomy]

[The kid's so eager to learn, and Clay loves that. He grins, then turns to start walking carefully again. Gonna be a much longer walk!]

Alright, so let's go over it again. How many inches are in a foot?

[summerschild]

Twelve.

[He thinks, and thinks.]

Twelve, but four times, and then you... carry the zeroes?

[geonomy]

Yeah, exactly! You leave the zeroes off until you multiply twelve times four.

So, what is twelve times four?

[summerschild]

[There are no multiplication tables in Westeros - only sums - so it takes him several moments to add up all the twelves in his head. But finally, he looks up at Clay hesitantly.]

Forty... eight?

[geonomy]

[And he rewards Bran with a beaming smile, and for a second, he takes moves his supporting arm to give Bran's hair a ruffle before he goes back to holding the wheelchair properly.]

That's it! Twelve times four is forty-eight!

Now, all we do is add the zeroes to the end of it. And since there's two zeroes in one-hundred...

[summerschild]

Forty-eight hundred inches!

[He looks very pleased with himself.]