Talk about a headache - deciphering sing-song phrases (turning rhyme into reason, ha) was a challenge unto its own. "Yeah, I mean - that would be helpful," Richie concurred, running a hand over his face, over the shadowy scruff that paved a way along his jawline. "If the witch was the one who knows the terms of the curse, or what exactly her fee was."
Just proved why you shouldn't make deals like that - this shit obviously came back to bite Dave in the ass, and now they were all suffering for it. "You deal with witches back where you come from?" he asked, since it seemed like it was a job occupation for some.