"I don't either," Richie said with a grin. Because, fuck, if they couldn't laugh, what was even the point? He refused to be so scared of something in his own head that he couldn't even be himself anymore. He'd done that to himself for almost his entire life -- and he'd be damned if something he didn't even choose himself did that for him, too. "Guess we'll see. Hopefully the teeth aren't too big."
Richie knew jack all about magic, but he did know the wizards in town to be good, helpful people. Remus was a good sort and Sirius too. They took care of Eddie in times when Richie hadn't been able, or hadn't been the right candidate for the problems at hand. And Bill was -- Bill was good. One of the people Richie would turn to first in a real crisis, maybe. Even though, he supposed to hadn't occurred to him with this particular issue.
He considered the offer, unsure, but then eventually shrugged. "Why the hell not." Definitely not here though. He didn't want to be some kind of weird spectacle.