"Hmm," Richie said, sort of pleased and smug both with the response. Idiot and all, he supposed. But Birthday Christmas was basically as good as it got, he figured. He smiled, palm flat against Eddie's chest and blinked once, slow, and then sort of just forgot to open his eyes back up again.
Well, until he got that reprimand anyway. Then he blinked again and squinted like the narrowing of his eyes might just gather his wits faster. "Burn the house down?" He asked, and then glanced around because oh, yeah, the smells. And here he'd just been over that. "S'that fire?" He asked, spotting the candles -- or, well the general concept of them sans glasses. It was probably fine and very contained but fuck if he could really tell.