Richie took the paper, folding it up and sticking it into his pocket. "No problem," he nodded. "The sooner we get out of here, the better." And if sharing dumbass poems found tucked away in library books was a piece of that puzzle, then bring it on. Like, they didn't even have a proper bathroom in this joint - everyone else had a legit toilet and shower in their room (presumably - was it the same for the coffin room?), and Richie just never thought he'd be at the point where he missed a real toilet.
"You planning to check anything else today or were you going to find a room to hunker down in?" Because it was fucking freezing, so wandering about a snow queen's ice palace was like...an accident waiting to happen.