"What?!" Foggy reacted immediately, racing to the window only to see the balloon drifting down the street after a miniature hoard of small, fellow shit kids who seemed to have taken a liking to it. He shook his fist at them, but nothing he yelled actually seemed to do the trick-- nor did it have much venom.
Matt was trying very hard not to grin.
"Feels like home already." He said to Mia, his half-covered amusement turning into a genuine smile of welcome. "Welcome to our new offices, Miss Dearden. Foggy tells me they're decorated to perfection." He joked.
"Can I offer you a plastic cups' worth of family friendly grape juice? Or I can offer you a piece of string to cut the cake with... since I think we're fresh out of knives."