Of course wooden mazes were cool - he appreciated the craftsmanship of it, at least. "Does it work?" he asked next since, hey, everyone was different here. Sometimes it sucked but at the very least, Richie liked learning about other experiences.
"Oh, but hell yeah, shopping's great therapy. Sometimes it's just nice to look, too. You don't have to buy anything." In fact, inspiration just struck him. He slid his pack of cigarettes and lighter back into his front shirt pocket, standing up to stretch. "Wanna come with me now? I was thinking about getting a friend of mine a dragon."
Only here would a sentence like that make sense, but whatever. He could use the company, and perhaps a second opinion - only the best little dragon for Ava, whom he still owed a Christmas present.