Maya loved the night sky. The constellations were so beautiful and the moon looked brighter every day it was out.
Miles, well, he just liked listening to Maya talk about the stars.
To all his credit, he could name a few constellations, Ursa Minor, Cassiopeia… yeah, that was pretty much it. He'd never really had time to study the stars.
But Maya – Maya knew them all.
Every so often, they'd lay back (often with an old telescope Trucy gave her) and Maya would ask Miles to point out groups of stars for her to name.
Very rarely would there be a constellation that Maya couldn't recognize.
And when they didn't recognize it, they'd make up a name for it.