Saturday sunlight pours through the lab windows, and yesterday's puddles are shrinking fast.
Rocket is sorting photographs from the week: a jar with ice pellets, a wet street, a white rooftop.
"Every picture is a clue," he says. "Which kind fell, and what did it do when it landed?"
Raven pins them to the board in order. "What do you notice about the sleet picture?"
"The pellets are sitting on top of the puddle," Rocket says. "They were already frozen when they landed."
Nova projects a blank table beside the board. "Your family can play detective too," she says. "Give them the clues."