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[He can't argue with that, he was there for the Great Moping.]

Last I checked, you're not my mom. [Somewhere in the background is the sound of a busy restaurant—Foggy's taking this call while he's standing in line to order, it seems.] But sure, I'm not busy. Want me to look a few things over for you, or...?

[ why is this a common quip elektra earns herself? hmm

]

[ either way, elektra smiles. ]

I'm potentially acquiring myself a new asset. I wanted to ensure everything was properly handed over. Deeds. Keys. Windows properly intact without even a hairline crack.

[ "acquiring" she says, when she really means she bullied someone with physical force to hand something over. ]

I'll pay you, and it won't be with just pie.

[He hasn't heard anyone but his mom call him Franklin in like. Years.]

You had me at I'll pay you. When do you want to meet?

[ what do you mean you won't do it out of the kindness of your heart? oh wait, he isn't matthew, still wrapped around her finger ten years later. his answer still pleases her; matthew keeps good company. no wonder he kept them separated, placing foggy on one side of his world and elektra on the other. ]

Do you have time today? Place to eat is up to you this time.

[He would, but also? He's gotta eat too.]

I'm actually in line at a diner right now, the one with the crispy curly French fries. I haven't ordered yet, so if you can get here in [give him a moment while he checks how long the line is and the number of little old ladies in line] ten minutes, I can save a plate for you.

[So—he's pretty cool with now, apparently.]

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[ what about the pie!!!! ]

I'll see you in nine. [ click. elektra hangs up. ]

[ and as good as her word, she arrives under eight minutes and forty-seven seconds. it helps to have been a few streets away from the diner with the crispy curly french fries. it hadn't been a destination on her checklist for the day, but elektra has never declined an invitation for adventure. spotting foggy, she walks up to him and sidles next to him. ] I see you're still plateless. This wouldn't happen at a bakery. [ js. #piegirl4lyf ]

[ old ladies, man. ]

[The old lady in front of them has been ordering for six minutes now. Foggy checked. He's dying of starvation, figuratively speaking, when Elektra sidles in next to him, and he doesn't startle too badly when her voice cuts through the downward spiral of impatience his thoughts have taken.]

Listen, I love bakeries as much as the next guy, but sometimes you just want to stuff yourself full of curly fries and there's not much a good croissant can do for that. [It's a slightly sheepish admission. Even more sheepish is what follows:] I may have underestimated how many little old ladies wanted to take advantage of the Valentine's Day promos popping up.

[Please move, grandma. Please.]

What kind of business did you end up with, anyway?

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[ amused, elektra smiles. everytime she interacts with foggy nelson, she can see why matthew likes him. he's a breath of fresh air, even if, at times, it's often a rambly breath of fresh air. she waits patiently for him to finish, standing beside him as though she has no care in the world. ]

[ unnecessarily standing on the tips of her toes and watching the old lady at the counter finally pocket her change and take her little pastry off to a table in the corner, the line moves up. elektra doesn't remove her gaze from those at the front, saying rather casually, ] A gym. The one by the corner of that small little antique store. The one with the horse out the front of it?

[ it's an ugly fucking horse. no one could not notice it. ]

[That's Foggy: awkward and rambly. Being a lawyer's helped, certainly, but he's still pretty awkward outside of the courtroom. At least in his own words, anyway. The line moves up and the next customer goes fairly quicker than the little old lady, asking only for a burger and a Coke and paying in bills.]

That ugly thing's a horse? [Oh my god Foggy.] I thought it was just a really big hairless dog.

[Foggy has never been anywhere near horses in his whole life.]

But yeah, I know the gym, I used to pass by every now and then. As far as I know it's still intact, but then again I could be wrong.

[ well, he was wrong about the horse … if elektra thinks he's wrong again, she doesn't show it. ]

It is still intact. They were going to remove everything that was in perfect condition.

[ the next little old lady seems content to select something, to only change her mind. elektra wonders if foggy's a masochist with waiting lines. ]

I wanted to make sure its previous owner couldn't sweep it from under my feet. [ she glances at him, smile in place. ] That's where you come in.

[ she stole the gym, and by stole we mean she threatened someone to hand it over. this is your sister-in-law. ]

[Matt Murdock sure knows how to pick 'em!]

You want me to run over the paperwork with a fine-toothed comb and make sure that the previous owners can't touch you, essentially. [Yeah, that all sounds very aboveboard, and meanwhile the little old lady changes her mind again. Foggy may actually die here of starvation. He only wanted some curly fries, that doesn't sound fair, and he should really get out of line and take Elektra's advice of just hitting up a bakery instead.

But. Goddammit. French fries.]

Yeah, I can do that. [He pauses. Then he sighs.] Don't get me wrong—I'm going to help you out, and I know way too much about property law, but I'm just really curious: why me? I'm in criminal defense and relatively new here. There's a few other firms around with someone who actually specializes in property law and has been here longer.

Matthew trusts you.

[ it's then she looks at foggy, the smile no longer there. her face is dead serious. it isn't an easy thing for her to admit, that she trusts foggy based on matthew's own intuition, but … if he would trust his entire life with foggy, then elektra supposes she should do the same. ]

[ if foggy feels any odd tingling of uneasiness, it's elektra's empathy reaching out to brush him ever so gently of its own accord. ]

I find value in that trust. And while there may be people here with more time up their sleeves here, none of them are from Nelson and Murdock.

[Foggy has no defenses against empathy: what Elektra will find is a quiet sense of grief and worry, dredged up by Matt's name, worry for his life and bitter grief over the years spent in the dark. Some hunger and irritation, definitely, but that's geared towards his current situation of standing in line waiting for a little old lady to make up her damn mind, more than anything else. A desire to help Elektra out and an anxiety that he might not be good enough despite his best intentions and despite Matt's apparent glowing recommendation, brought to the forefront of his mind.

And, fine, a sense of ooh, possible money! but, like, come on, his office chair leaks stuffing and he's propping up one leg of his desk with two very thick law books. That's nothing new. At least rent for his own home isn't a thing he has to worry about too much.]

...you put it like that, how can I say no? [he jokes, a little weakly. It floors him, the fact that she trusts him just based off Matt's trust, the fact that she puts so much value on his integrity as a result. Foggy's—well, he's nothing special, he'll say, if asked. Not compared to the people he knows. He's just a guy who wants to do the best for his neighborhood.

The line finally moves, and the little old lady behind them prods Foggy forward, snapping him out of his reverie. Oh, right, it's their turn.]

Hey, what kinda drinks do you feel like, anyway?

[ if elektra appears just a little smug — or just a little proud — then she wears it well. she can feel the tumble of emotions of foggy brush against her like a feather, and while the entire situation of her newfound abilities is strange, she takes it in stride. for once, she's not afraid of it. perhaps it has something to do with how foggy stops being afraid, too. ]

[ ah! we're at the counter. this never would've happened at a bakery, js. ]

[ glancing up at the menu, elektra only looks at the drink section. the blood of her enemies isn't available, so: ]

I'll have a Coke and whatever you're having. I feel like I could use some fries, too. Celebrate a special occasion.

[ see! she can be cool like foggy. she may not be able to pull off his suits or his humour, but ... ]

[He grins at her, warm and friendly. Then he turns to the cashier:] Two orders of those curly fries and two Cokes. Thanks, man.

[To the restaurant's credit, they're pretty quick about handing them one of those little stands with the numbers on them and directing them to an empty table. Less to the restaurant's credit, the cashier winks at them both. Embarrassment bubbles in Foggy's chest when he realizes just what the cashier probably thinks they're up to, because, haha, no. She's his client for god's sake. He's not sure whether he can safely call her a friend at this junction, but—well, she did ask for his help.

And offered money to compensate him for his time, true, but the point still stands.

Anyway, once they're seated at a table, waiting for the fries?]

Did you bring a copy of the contract along? We can get started on combing it over while we're waiting on the fries.

[ foggy's embarrassment feels like a very soft and thin blanket, and it may be the reason why she walks just a little closer to him … stirring the pot has always been elektra's most favourite thing to do when she wasn't causing trouble with people who had deep pockets and even deeper connections. without matthew here, foggy is her next best friend. ]

[ she produces the contract from her handbag once he asks, and remains sitting straight in her seat. he may notice on the second page that the signature of the man isn't has points in it where it isn't seem as smooth as a signature should be … ]

I just want to make sure that there's no way he could take it back from me. [ placing her elbows on the table, she clasps her hands together. ] Some people find it easy to give things away but regret it later, you know?

[ in this case, it's semi true. he'd given it up for the sake of keeping his dirty laundry out of the press ... and not ripping his arm off. elektra has her dazzling ways. ]

[He looks the contract over, makes a mental note of the odd signature on the second page. He can't be sure, but something about it...

He huffs out a breath, reads the rest of the contract over. It's all in order, though he does take out a notepad and mark down a few clauses here and there as somewhat suspect, talking as he goes—this clause, worded that way, could potentially be cause for concern, while that clause can stay but it needs to be phrased better.

Helpful, Foggy is. Then he glances up.]

Exactly how'd you get this guy to sign it over to you, anyway?

[ elektra is in no rush to have foggy glance, intertwine, or even submerge his eyes into the contract. she watches him with interest, hardly feigned by this point. this is the reason why matthew's taken up a law firm with him. his attention to detail is as clear as day, with his nickname incredibly deceptive. foggy's reason for partnering with matthew ... ]

[ their order arrives by the time he seems to be finished. she doesn't reach for what she's ordered, elbows still on the table, hands now clasped beneath her chin. she continues watching him, although her gaze does shift down to rest on the papers instead. ]

Persuasion.

[ if matthew's told franklin nelson anything … she doubts it. besides, it's the truth, isn't it? ] I convinced him he didn't need his business. Why keep hold of a property that's only haemorrhaging your money? It's not smart. And the city needs a business there, not an empty shell.

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