That wince was perfect. Exactly the sort of expression that won Richie over -- which probably said a lot more about him than it did Ravi, but that wasn't much the point. "Bloody 'ell," he said, mostly because he was being goaded on in a way, although it was possible he was also just narrating the way that Ravi reached up to the bar like he was doing his best impression of a Stretch Armstrong. "I loved Mary Poppins."
He hadn't, actually. But Julie Andrews was a British National Treasure and it'd be mean to upset his new bestie.
Richie poured himself a glass before remembering himself, patting down his pockets and pulling out a friendship bracelet that was, in fact, knitted. Had he just now made it? No. That was ridiculous. But he was in a knitting group and practicing small was important for actually finishing anything. "It's official," he decreed. "So you know I've gotta ask what brains taste like. Just get that question outta the way."