"Basement," Beverly nodded. "Good idea." Smart, yes, her favorite Richie was very intelligent - he probably knew what she was getting at, deep in his heart of hearts, but the fact that he was going along with it was a positive sign. They didn't need to actually say what this was about. Not necessary.
She was all for a smoke in the magical clubhouse. Whatever mess they made, she'd make sure it got cleaned up - especially because the last thing they needed was rats in the basement after her and Richie's weed adventure. So she turned and headed down there, setting their calorie-laden snacks on a spare surface and going for where she kept her emergency lighter - it was still her bra, because if she was going to wear the tit prison it may as well double as a place to store things.
"Get cozy. I'll let you have the first go at it. Consider it an engagement present, so, yeah. Happy engagement." Whoo.