Richie wasn't certain he wanted to know what sorts of things Bill could summon up to pull from a hat -- his imagination was wide and varied when he tried picturing it and he found himself shaking his head before he could even find a verbal reply. "Not necessary. Wouldn't want to force you into a cliche," he decided, taking a sip of his tea -- which, as far as tea went, wasn't the worst thing. He took a cookie too, while he was at it. At least these ones were flat and didn't seem in danger of breaking open to reveal any sort of horrors.
Yes, he thought a little wryly. The problem with superheroes and their flying, strength and freezing was clearly that they were show offs. He had questions. That seemed pretty normal lately. A lot of questions. Although maybe that would explain a lot, the super hero thing. What with the glow sword and ....Steve's general everything.
"That's cute," he said with a laugh, and it was nearly genuine. "Handsome." In a town full of gorgeous superheroes and wizards, apparently. "No. I got nothing, sorry. I'm a comedian." And a killer of alien clowns, but even with magic, that seemed a little too much for this town, so it wasn't a story Richie felt like he ought to be telling.