Foggy liked to keep himself busy regardless of where he was, which wasn't easy in a place like the Hotel. As a lawyer, it was something that just happened for the most part, between researching cases and basic trial preparation. Finding things to do in the Hotel was an exercise in patience for Foggy -- oftentimes he would attempt to stave off boredom and being alone with his thoughts by coming up with tasks like organizing the kitchen.
There was always something to do in the kitchen. Between cooking, cleaning, and even making the occasional sausage.
Despite knowing quite a few people in the Hotel and being a friendly sort, Foggy disliked inconveniencing others, so tried to keep his menial tasks to times when they might not get in too many peoples' way.
Whistling softly while he gathered the supplies he'd need for sausage making, Foggy had found quite a bit of meat in the fridge that seemed perfect. He wasn't worried about using it since the Hotel restocked everything to the point where it was impossible for them to run out from what he'd seen.
Glancing over his shoulder, Foggy gave a slight wave before getting out the meat grinder. "You're fine, I've got everything I need for now," he responded with a smile.