"Great," Richie said, like it was a title worthy of having. His list only went to two anyway -- if only because he didn't see a point in ranking anyone else. It wasn't like it actually mattered. And he wasn't out to make Eddie jealous or anything. That was, in fact, the last thing he wanted or intended for. "You're welcome. Your plaque is in the mail. Please wait 5 to infinity business days to receive it."
He frowned at Dick, at the conversation he sort of just brought up and then trailed off on. "I always think where I'm from is fucking weird, what with the whole... alien shapeshifter horror clown and all but -- honestly, I don't wanna visit where you're from either." Who the fuck called themselves The Penguin? That wasn't even complimentary sounding. Rich just... didn't get it.
"Something more permanent," Richie agreed, stopping rather abruptly in front of a jewelry store and staring in the window intently. "For my number one ranked dick. He's not always great with social etiquette but..." Richie shrugged sort of hopelessly; it was obvious he was gone on the guy. "You ever bought someone a ring before, Dick?"