Well, damn. Guess that means I'll just have to make as big a mess as I can on those things. I hope Foggy likes splintered bits of drumsticks everywhere, because that's what's gonna happen.

[ The grin is almost imperceptible--he's trying to force himself to be a little more jovial, but it's not really working. He doesn't want to be such a huge downer when seeing an old family friend for the first time in literal years, but given everything that's happened, it all feels like a sham, and he feels the bitterness in his throat. ]