[ That's actually what Richie is thinking as he watches Eds continue to work his "magic" with the knife. Where the fuck did all those bowls come from? But he ultimately rolls his eyes at the "threat" (as if it could be one).

He moves in, using two long fingers to push the knife back down to the cutting board he also didn't remember he had, his tone dry, ]

Yeah, I was in Derry, too. After all that shit, I ain't scared of you with a knife. Try wearing some sweats or yoga pants like everyone else.

[ He backs away and takes a longer swallow of his coffee before setting it on the counter and walking out of the kitchen. ]

I'm taking a shower and going to bed. Try not to set the smoke alarm off.