"The game did that? I didn't, uh, I didn't play it. I mean, I saw the dreidl, but I guess I lost it again."

In between losing Eliot and not-so-quietly losing his mind. Quentin clears his throat and the noise echoes down the church like a roll of thunder.

"You're welcome. I'll reach out once everything is in place for the radio tower and yeah, you're welcome to stop by any time."

Before slowly inching his way towards the door, hands stuffed safely in to his pocket.