Rhyming kink. That made him chuckle a little. "Well, I'm not one to kink shame, but..." Okay, sometimes he did. Like clown porn. Anyone who liked clown porn, he was steadfastly avoiding. "It won't last much longer. Usually when the next day comes, whatever 'curse' it is wears off. And no one's gotten hurt yet either, like, seriously hurt."
Sure, 'the spirits' took away food for a little bit, leaving nothing but cornbread behind, and there was an actual swinging pendulum somewhere and weapons lying around like candy in a bowl and a rat king in the basement, but. No injuries reported, that he'd seen.
"So you're gonna be fine," he assured. "Just gotta wait it out. In the meantime, you should probably let the others know about this clue?" the poem was indicated with a sweep of Richie's hand. "We try to share information. Sometimes it doesn't always happen." You had the people who wouldn't cough anything up, despite how it would help everyone.