[Foggy's got a lot of things on hand, as it turns out—a new notebook to replace the day planner he left behind in New York, some pens, a few snacks crammed into pockets that he'd forgotten about, a burger wrapper, napkins with things scribbled on them, and enough books and clippings to make him look like the most studious lawyer who has ever lived.
Which he kind of is right now.
Anyway, he picks up a pen and a notebook, scrawls something inside it.]
I like being prepared. [A pause. Then:] Also, it kinda reminds me of Hell's Kitchen, and I'm just paranoid enough from living there that I'd rather not find out how many more similarities there are myself.
[Because he can already tell there are A Lot, okay.]
Do you know this Petyr Baelish guy, then? You don't have to tell me what he does now, just—have you guys ever met, or anything? [He doesn't really think so. Baelish is a public official, Foggy might've met a few in his time but he's aware not everyone gets to meet their governor or DA at all, and Theon just seems like some guy who's a little bitter and unhappy over something.]
no subject
Which he kind of is right now.
Anyway, he picks up a pen and a notebook, scrawls something inside it.]
I like being prepared. [A pause. Then:] Also, it kinda reminds me of Hell's Kitchen, and I'm just paranoid enough from living there that I'd rather not find out how many more similarities there are myself.
[Because he can already tell there are A Lot, okay.]
Do you know this Petyr Baelish guy, then? You don't have to tell me what he does now, just—have you guys ever met, or anything? [He doesn't really think so. Baelish is a public official, Foggy might've met a few in his time but he's aware not everyone gets to meet their governor or DA at all, and Theon just seems like some guy who's a little bitter and unhappy over something.]