"That's one word for it." Bev commented with a hint of amusement. "That's a good outlook. If you can see the crazy shit as interesting, you'll do well here." She was getting better at not being scared shitless. She figured it was partly hearing that Pennywise was dead and partly the effect of hotel life.
"I hope so." Bev didn't want to offer complete hope, in case the next day the hotel filled with spiders or other bugs. "And I hope I haven't worried you. Life here is often good."