You've been a pynich-goer since your family talked you into it, and the prospect of Vanderbiltianism never sounded that bad to you, it sounded charitable. Later, on a Saturday night, you find yourself waking from a pew, you may have overslept last evenings sermon... oops. Luckily, it's not too late out, but its definitely dark. You hobble over to the front door, but as you were about to leave, you manage to knock over a book rested on the tabernacle just beside you when you tripped on it. From somewhere else, Mason was praying afront a podium with the symbol of Vanderbilt in his hand, when he heard you suddenly... He knows

Ah... brother, I didnt notice you were there. Apologies, I must be quite the bother, hm? ...Leaving so soon? Why don't you come over here and pray with me, brother?