No, nothing fancy required. Richie didn't mind a pipe if it was on offer, but he'd never much liked having to deal with packing it or cleaning it out. Joints were just the way to go. And the way the smoke sat between them, lazy and hazy, was a nice change of pace.
He smiled back, just as toothy -- not quite sharp so much as goofy, as was his wont, generally and took the joint back when offered, taking another hit and holding it in for a moment. The tin she'd brought with was beckoning -- if only because he was curious. "Nah, not yet. Figured I'd -- uh. Give it some time to settle. Like, the idea of it? Get a plan before deciding anything." He probably needed to talk to Eddie about that. Definitely did. But Richie would be just as happy with no affair, a small affair or a big one.
Well, maybe a little ceremony or something. Like a party amongst friends. That seemed important.
He handed the joint back over before prying open the tin. "Cookies? Beverly. You already have my heart, you didn't need to try so hard."