[Oh, the church - not that Lorenz expects it to be the one he's familiar with, but something about that is a little comfortingly familiar. He isn't even that devout; there's something to be said about the soothing power of simply sitting in a pew and listening to a choir, though.

So, church - that's nice. He too hopes this other church gets a wet machine someday.]

Olivine—a unique name. The pleasure is mine! Lorenz Hellman Gloucester. [He holds out a hand for a shake, as one does while doing laundry together. The machines are just chugging away now, so if he's staying for waiting time... Manners.] You are right to assume; I was at home busily preparing to assume my father's titles and responsibilities, but fate had other plans, obviously.

[That's something he's visibly pretty put out about, but he's not about to dump his problems on a near stranger, so he keeps it contained to the strained sort of face he makes. Instead—]

Tell me about your church?