"Lovebug, look what I've made." There was a soft smile on his face as he approached, a box in his hand as he held it carefully between his hands.

He clicked the button keeping the box closed, revealed a mechanic part that most non-engineers (Or in Luca's case, inventors.) wouldn't recognize. Soft music began to play from the box as the smile on his face widened, though the music was vaguely similar.

"The song is something my mother sang for me when I was younger." A precious gift.