Saturday, the Bench holds a ruler balanced on a pencil. Rocket sets a sealed zip bag of vinegar and a baking soda twist on one end.
Raven sets a matching bag, untipped, on the other end. The ruler wobbles and settles level.
"Even," Rocket says. "Now the trick." He tips his bag. It fizzes and swells like a tiny pillow.
The ruler stays level.
"What do you notice?" Raven asks the room. A younger cousin leans in. "It got bigger but it did not get heavier."
Nova hovers over the pencil. "Bigger is volume," she says. "The seesaw measures something else. What?"
"Mass," Rocket says. "And nothing got out, so nothing changed."
Raven closes the Bench Log. "Nothing lost," she says. "Every time."