Your shoe broke? Huh. I think Foggy's got a cobbler cousin if you want to try to get it fixed.

[Foggy had a lot of family. Most of them were in the butcher business. Maybe that was why Foggy was always so keen to allow for the barter of food for services. Pie over pork.

He grinned at her, leaning in a little and lifting a hand to cup her face, to guide his to hers so he could kiss her cheek.]

I'm glad you're okay. Maybe we should look into me walking you home at night. Or maybe you taking an Uber here instead of walking.