"I won't be worried about it for at least an hour," Reeve promises. "I've even tested the magic on myself back home, so yes, I'm certain it will be okay."

Or he's showing more confidence than is really justified. But that's fine for now. Though now Richie's got a game and he laughs at it all. Why is he doing this? Doesn't matter. It's sweet.

"You're a lovely pest, my dear."