"Not Mrs. K. If it was up to her, he'd never leave the house. But she hated whenever we came over too so we'd take him out anyway." She seemed to especially hate Richie (at least until Bev had come along) but he'd never quite figured that out.
"Kind of." Richie said, going back to his baking and pouring the bowl of blackberry mush in to the frosting, stirring with a wooden spoon, "He's still kind of afraid to try stuff, but I think he'll like these and he won't be as nervous if he can ask me what all the ingredients are."