Shane considers the arguments, chewing idly on the end of her pen. "I don't really get the second one," she says, frowning. "I mean, it's like what we were talking about last week. I don't think just thinking about something proves you exist. But... people come up with concepts all the time, right? So does that make them infinite? Or does it make God finite, just like the rest of us?"

"I mean... I could have come up with the concept of coffee but jonesing for caffeine's not my signature," she says, one corner of her mouth quirking up in a grin.