Hopper laughs, looking at the guy behind the counter, who raises an eyebrow at the two of them, but doesn't make a comment otherwise. There are plenty of people here in Darrow who might not be from the same time as others and it's entirely possible -- probable, actually -- that they're not the first two people he's seen who've said something like that.

"Uh... behind the lanes," the guy says, pointing.

At the same time, Hopper's eyebrows lift and he looks at Beverly with a grin. "You really know your shit with bowling, huh?" he asks. "So I'm about to lose a few rounds, aren't I?"

Not that he minds. Hopper's not exactly a professional bowler, he'd be happy enough to lose regardless, but he wouldn't know off the top of his head if he needs a right-handed or left-handed balls. He'd just grab whatever was handy and go from there.