Kalars writes back; she has his utmost sympathy, but if she doesn't want a visit he doesn't need to be there for his own sake.
Raney doesn't write back; she just turns up the next day, dwarf caiman familiar tucked under her arm.
She wants to meet her son-in-law.
"I know, right? I mean, it would bother me that such a thing existed, but - it's annoying for actually fixing annoying problems."
"Yeah. We have no real religious rank at all. Frankly, I'm very little impressed by any of the theology I'd encountered."
"Maybe if the god were - understandable, but it's got these these illogical rules behind it, so. It's not the kind of thing I support, either, in what I've seen."
"It looks to me like they're trying to use a lot of posts of wood to prop up a lake. They're going to tremendous amounts of labor to give their beliefs somewhere to sit and they fall through anyway. I have vague memories of hearing that the Crown funds churches, can we stop?"
"Yup. But we have to do it carefully, it's doing some charity work, too, and I don't want to rip that away entirely."
"Right. Replace it with more effective charities, ideally ones serving the same general area and population so individual people aren't resentful about having the rug pulled out from under them."
"Right!" he agrees. "And then we can shoo the church to be misogynistic in a corner somewhere. Perhaps with the goblins."
"They can think kind incomprehensibly theological thoughts and possibly take up sock-stealing."
"My parents are both sort of passively religious, but in different ways, and not with enough fervor for any of it to get on me."
"I dunno, it's kinda nice hearing about people that had non-shitty childhoods. Least other people were happy."
This is principally directed at Edarial.
"We should probably have a conversation about that at some point. It doesn't have to be today, and it probably shouldn't involve your brother."