dressed up to the eyes, it’s a wonderful surprise

“Howdy!” Ted says brightly when Keeley answers the door, and despite how much he hates that word, Roy feels his shoulders drop just a fraction. Ted’s enthusiasm may be a bit much for him at 9am, but Roy knows if anyone can unfuck this particular quagmire, it’s Ted.

Of course, that’s not how Ted puts it, crossing the threshold with a paper bag full of what smells like fresh pastries, balancing three coffees in a tray on his arm.

“Heard y’all got yourselves in a bit of a pickle.”

“It’s about the auction,” Keeley says, ushering him to the table while Roy waits a grand total of three seconds before reaching for the bag of sweets. There’s even a scone in there, the wanker.