[He'd be so indignant if he could hear Richie's thoughts--he's twenty-two, gosh, old man. (Un)fortunately for them both, he is in fact lacking in any manner of magic, so his small stature and baby face will fuel this misconception for some time longer, perhaps to awkward effect someday.

At any rate, he's stopped laughing, though he's still smirking obnoxiously. He's also resisting the urge to be a douchebag and wiggle his hand around, tempting as it is. Instead, he moves that hand elevator up to his shoulder so Richie can sit down.]

I wish. I'm just a boring-ass normal human, though.

[He does sound genuinely regretful -- though perhaps as Richie can imagine, not so much because he can't help him, though that would be a bonus in this situation. He just really wishes he could do cool magic!!!]

You think these guys planted those here on purpose, or they just naturally grow around here? I'd hate to be the poor bastard who first found these and tried to eat 'em or something.

[Considering what happens when you so much as step on one.]