That back home list of things weren't really how Richie's life had went, much. Beyond maybe the working part although it'd never really felt like working because, well, he loved his job. But he supposed he ...sort of got what Stan was getting at. That back home had been predictable (for Stan) in a lot of ways. Ways it certainly wasn't here. And so maybe it was sort of like waiting for the next thing, the next weird and crazy thing.
"I don't know," he said, kind of unsure exactly of what Stan was getting at, because maybe weird magic stuff happened here but so did killer space clowns back home so -- well. Maybe he didn't get what Stan was saying, after all. Because for as long as he'd been here, he'd kind of felt like his life was, oddly, far more stable than it'd ever been back home. "Stan. What the fuck, actually. Use your words better."