"I mean, I mostly cope by being loud and obnoxious most of the time but you do you." Richie joked with a wink. He certainly understood that drive to be the center of attention at any given moment. He'd mellowed a little bit in his 30s and 40s, but really only just a little.
He laughed again, loud enough to fill the room. "What the fuck? I've had a face twin before but never a name twin." He used the handshake to pull the kid in closer to him, leaning over the table and squinting in Ritchie's direction, over-dramatically, "Any history with terror clowns and eldritch horrors?"