She thought about her answer as she chewed and swallowed the rich cake. Then washed it down with a drink. "My father. He was an architect. After caring for the horses every morning I would follow him to where ever it was he was working for the day. I always wanted to do what he did. I was fascinated by the things he would create. Though in this day and age I don't believe it would be called an architect. He created vaults, safes, prisons, that sort of thing."