"Science is right next to me," Blake said, apropos of nothing. We were driving back home from a loop around town (errands); Harry Potter & the Goblet of Fire sat in his lap. He and his sister had paused an argument to share bits of beef jerky, and he spoke between bites.

"Not science," I said. "Sasha."

But he was being serious.

"No, no, I know what you mean. Science explains how the world works, so in that sense you're surrounded by science."

"No, that's not right," Sasha piped up. "Science asks questions."

"Right," Blake said. "And religion gives answers."

(Found in my drafts folder.)