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You've reached the inbox of Foggy Nelson.

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[hdu, he is very sneaky.

Matt's mouth twists into a frown, the space between his eyebrows creasing as he "looks" at Foggy. In truth he's looking at Foggy's silhouette in his world on fire, tracking where Foggy's voice is coming from. He looks—offended, kind of, like he honestly believes he is much sneakier than Foggy gives him credit for.]

Your sanity's fine. [He should probably be reassuring about that, right? This is him being reassuring. Granted, Matt is not exactly the model of mental health right now, but he tried.

He tilts his head up a little, sniffs the air like a bloodhound. He moves, feeling out the cupboards and the drawers, before he pulls a handle open and frowns at the packages and jars all stacked and sorted.. It's hard to tell which package is which even with his senses, so he sighs at last.]

Which one of these is—is the blueberry jam?

[usingthelaw]

[ Even it being nearly a wasted effort, Foggy glared right back with an offended tilt of his head. He knew everything! About Matt, at least, with how often they were together growing up and how much they shared back and forth. It meant more to him than he'd ever admit aloud. Just add another secret to the pile, it grew steadily by the day and he worried when it might topple over and crush them all.

Sighing, he muttered under his breath about falling down rabbit holes. The blueberry jam paused any other retorts because since when? The whole back to life really did a number.

Grabbing it out, he placed it on the countertop. ]

Anything else with it?

[ Moving forward, he took the items out of the oven to let them cool down. ] We might have to relearn each other at this rate.

More and new ways to judge you.