Foggy has no idea just how magical this might get. On the other hand, it might be reassuring for him; when he knows she can keep Matt from bleeding out, he might be able to sleep at night.

His secrets, and his hair, are safe with her. Can't make any promises about Marci.

"It's... definitely something." She will neither confirm nor deny that she likes it. It's not the worst bar she's seen, but... it's a little scary. Loud and crowded and not the sort of place she's comfortable in. She's fragile, Foggy, there's a reason Matt treats her like she's made of spun sugar. But that's a story for another day.

"I have no idea, but I'm sure some pretentious twit has done it. We're not lacking for stuff to put in, we just need a place to put it all. And architects are moody."