A truck full of firewood drives away. Seriously, what are they doing with the firewood? Ben looks around, carrying a purloined armload of wood.

Outside Casa de Creepy, a couple of the guards are complaining about the weather. One says, "Back home, we'd be bringing in the animals." The other insists that they don't get twisters in California. Which isn't entirely true, but yeah, not like they do in the midwest. Ben approaches with his load of firewood. He tells them that he was told to bring it up by "a fella down there, acts like he's top man." The guards quickly provide a likely suspect and chuckle knowingly. Ben tries to continue to the house, but they insist on searching him first. One of the guards flips up Ben's shirt to check his pockets and then slides his overalls up to examine Ben's ankles. Are they searching him or are they just kinky? Having found nothing, they allow Ben to pass by. They don't examine his armful of wood, of course, because they are dumb. They also don't make him take off his hat, which was my second guess.

Sofie wheels Balthus into the living room as she explains that she has to hurry off because "Brother Justin wants us all there by noon." She opens the curtains for Balthus as she expositions that she never thought she'd want to be baptized. She takes hold of Balthus's arm and says, "I wish you could be there, Reverend." Balthus stares at her balefully for a moment and then pulls his arm away. Sofie sniffs, "Maybe it would help you." She exits.