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The intern is a tall, gangly teen with a heartbeat that's a bit too fast and a mouth that won't stop moving.

He also happens to be the photographer from a few nights ago, not that Matt can reveal he knows this without risking the compromise of his identity.

"Sweet baby cheescakes, this is so cool." Peter (as Karen has reminded him and Foggy with apparently a 'stare of steel' and a voice of 'disobey and die' multiple times) gaped at the office and spun around. "It's so nice and professional but cozy and good and wow, is that a plate with your name now that's awesome can you get those commissioned how much do they cost wait you're lawyers that's insane what kind of stuff do you do well lawyerish stuff I know but like what's lawyerish stuff, like do you also have to deal with..."

"One question at a time, or else we won't remember all of them." Matt cuts in with a smooth smile.

Peter turns to him with what Foggy describes as 'a smile that makes the sun jealous'. "Sorry," He replied sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck before asking, "Can I shake your hand, Mr boss sir?"

And Matt can't help but laugh at that, so he sticks out his hand and Peter, he's told, beams even wider as he takes Matt's hand and shakes it in an utter mockery of anything professional, but makes him laugh all the same, and Matt understands that it's not anything against him, if anything, it's something to his credit.

"You're blind," Peter says, and Matt is ready to retort with something dry about stating the obvious when he continues, "But you're a lawyer, which requires a crazy amount of memorization, which means that either you have an insane memory, or you're just a crazy hard worker, right?"

And well, that wasn't exactly what Matt was expecting but... "Not particularly. Reading braille is as easy to me as reading words must be to you, so there's not much difference between me and someone who can't see."

"That's not true," Peter hums, but he doesn't press Matt, something that he's grateful for. "Hey, Foggy, do you have to use a lot of shampoo on your hair? Is it more comfortable that way, or do you just do it for your ravishing looks?"

"Both," Foggy laughs, and adds, "You know, kid, you sure have a way of almost insulting people."

"Oh, sorry, I don't mean it to be," Peter answered apologetically, "It's just that you said to ask anything, so..."

"I'm pretty sure they meant about the job." Karen laughed, shutting the door behind her with a light click. "But I suppose any question would technically work..."

"Any question means any question!" Peter objected, holding up a finger. "If you had wanted professional questions, you should have either explicitly said so or have gotten someone more mature than me."

Foggy was smiling, Matt knew he was. "So you're admitting that you're immature?"

Peter leveled Foggy with an unimpressed stare. "Me and everyone's grandma knows that I'm the least mature person on the universe."

They all had a light laugh at that, and then Karen clapped her hands together. "So, intern." She offered Peter a completely shark-like grin, and held out a hand as she said in the most snobbish voice she could muster, "Get me some coffee."