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For a thematically appropriate prompt to kick things off: your pick of the Bake Off AU squad and the word "balloon"
thank you, friend!!!! 💫💫💫 and you know if you give me carte blanche like this, I’m going to choose the squad known as “all of them”…
“Helloooo,” Foggy says dramatically, after picking up his phone on the third ring. It had been set on the table, waiting for this moment, but he didn’t want to be too obvious about that when he picked up.
“Did you fill my entire apartment with balloons,” Kate’s tinny voice calls out from the speaker, “you maniac?”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” he says. “You were with me all day! When would I have had the time to go to your apartment and fill it with balloons? I was too busy representing New York City’s downtrodden in court! That sort of task would require someone who has a much more flexible schedule, because their life’s work is goofy and downright pointless.”
“Oh my god, you got Peter to do it?” Kate exclaims.
“Hey!” Peter yells from across the table, while MJ hides her face in his shoulder.
“Oh my god,” Kate says, again. “Am I on speaker phone?!”
“Listen, if I were you, I wouldn’t go into your apartment,” Foggy says, ignoring all of them. “Probably safer to wait for some of the balloons to deflate a little. You can come meet us, if you want.”
“We’re at McGee’s, right down the street.”
“You planned this,” Kate whines into the phone.
“What on earth gives you that impression?”
“Because you’re a block away from me, dipshit.”
“Huh, that is kind of incriminating, isn’t it?”
“And I’m standing in the hallway, still in my work clothes,” Kate continues to complain. “And I can’t change because of all the fucking balloons, Foggy.”
“You wore a HAIM t-shirt and jeans with a pair of docs to the office today, Kate,” Foggy says, rolling his eyes. “I think you’ll fit in here just fine.”
“My apartment is a Nena song because of you, old man!”
“Technically, it’s because of Peter. And Colleen.”
“Hi, Kate!” Colleen singsongs from Foggy’s side.
Kate groans. “I don’t want to go out tonight! I don’t even want to turn 26, okay? I’m officially in my late twenties now! Do I seem like the sort of person who can be in their late anythings? I’m basically a child! Child safety caps on medicine bottles still work on me, Foggy! I’m not equipped for adulthood!”
Foggy switches her off speaker and puts the phone to his ear instead. “You are not a child, despite the tantrum you’re clearly having, and the only thing you’re late for is your own birthday party,” he says, patiently. “So, get your ass down here. We have cake and everything!”
“Ugh, you made me a cake?”
“Ouch, don’t sound so excited,” Foggy replies. “But no, I asked your favorite baker on earth to make it instead.”
“Sam made me a cake?” Kate asks, sounding impressed. “And shipped it to you? That’s so nice.”
“He brought it with him in person.”
“Wait?! Sam is there?” Kate shrieks, and Foggy thinks he hears her drop her keys in her excitement. “Is Bucky there too?”
“No, Sam left him at home,” Foggy says, while making direct eye contact with him. Bucky’s brows knit together in confusion. “Between you and me, I think Sam’s still hoping to seduce me away from Matt.”
“Yeah, right,” Kate says, at the same time as Matt’s elbow digs into Foggy’s ribs from his other side. Across the table, Bucky’s expression turns into a scowl while Sam and Daisy try to muffle their laughter. “Fine, you convinced me. I’ll be there in five!”
“Oh, so your true friends, who haven’t left New York for greener pastures, can’t tempt you here, but your fake friends who moved away to Louisiana can. I see how it is.”
“You want me at the bar, don’t you?”
“Besides, I know it was you that masterminded all of this anyway. So, really, it’s a compliment to you that the plan worked!”
“Wasn’t me, kiddo,” Foggy says, switching the phone to his other ear. “I just helped coordinate logistics.”
There’s a pause in which he hears Kate’s footsteps stop and then a grunt and an apology when she clearly gets bumped by someone after stopping dead in her tracks on the sidewalk. Foggy waits while she processes whatever’s going through her head.
“Tell Matt I love him,” she says, softly, after a moment.
“Tell him yourself when you get here,” Foggy replies, sparing a glance in Matt’s direction and clocking how pleased he looks with himself. “He’s buying first round anyway.”
“Ooh, you should have started with that,” Kate says, and now it sounds like she’s running.
