Stan | Richie
"Hard to go wrong with a hammock," Stan agreed, particularly one you could use without having to worry about spiders finding their way into your hair. It was a marked improvement from the hammock that Rich and Eddie had fought over so often when they were younger. There was something a little comforting about that, old familiar things here, not just the horrors they'd faced but some of the better memories too.
Stan let himself lean into Richie, fitting himself there against him, mostly to remind himself he wasn't alone, even though fear still weighed on him, and he didn't understand this place the way he'd have liked to he knew that Richie was here, and he clung to Eddie in the same sort of way, like he needed the physical touch to be certain they were both really there. So this was good, drink in hand and Richie's arm around him and just talking a little bit. He could handle this.
He didn't resist rolling his eyes that time though, the idea of Eddie setting himself up as a new sort of FDA in this place? Well it sounded exactly like something Eddie would do, and Stan couldn't help but enjoy the mental image of it, even as he knew it would cause him no small amount of grief. "It seems like someone needs to, might as well be him if he wants it." He reasoned after a moment, this place didn't seem big on laws, in regards to food safety or anything else for that matter. Which was fine he supposed, not great, of course but - well but what he didn't know. This place played havoc with his understanding of things and his place in the world. But there was Richie at least, same as he ever was, and that helped.
"Yeah, I know," He huffed softly a small grin on his face, he felt like he'd known it forever, though maybe not quite in the way that things were now, whatever the case may be though he was glad that it was something Richie could say at least.