"Never got the bleached hair when you're already pale, to be honest," Ritchie grinned a little, taking a huge bite of of the finger food he'd been given. "But I'll make sure to make myself scarce around him, promise." Ritchie smiled, finally halfway satiated, leaning back. He hadn't expected so many Brits to be around, to be honest.
"Must like them, uncivilized an' all with that sort of smile," Ritchie observed, slight grin tugging on his lips. "And you're taking me on to build a better house for 'em, right?"