"I don't think British people really exist," Richie said solemnly, like he was not talking to one just now. "Dick Van Dyke basically created an entire dialect." He grinned, and it was toothy and boyish, before he pulled his drink closer to himself and dropped the charade. "You shoulda heard my Irish Beat Cop Voice when I was a kid. I had the gall to use it on the Irish Beat Cop. I'm pretty sure I'd have forgiven him if he'd gone the route of police brutality."
Getting the color right was kind of an ego boost though, even though he'd mostly just guessed. Or maybe it had been the shine, who knew, really? "I'm psychic," he said with a little tip of an imaginary hat. "Escargot chewy? Weird Japanese mushroom chewy? I'm sorry, I don't even know why I want to know this, it just feels like the sort of thing that's important to know."