“What about me?” Richie asks. We turn to him, confused. “Well, aren’t you going to warn Seth about hurting me? Why don’t you care about my feelings?” I’d laugh, but I actually think he’s serious. Foster looks unsure. “Ah, Seth. If you hurt Cohen …” He looks to Zach for help, but Zach looks lost. “Beck will skewer you with his hockey stick,” Richie says, then raises his hands. “His words, not mine.”
