Oh geeez, Brucie!!!
“Well, I figured that her blood sugar was probably a little low, because sometimes she gets really crabby when she doesn't eat, so I offered her something for breakfast.”
“What did you offer?” Jimmy was surprised at the accusing undertone in the man's voice, and wondered if Lois had any idea just how protective of her Clark was.
“I only offered her some Pop-Tarts!”
Brucie, you're killing me!!!
Clark's face was instantly red as he stammered about needing to get something from the supply closet. He was gone in a flash, leaving an even more confused cub reporter in his wake.
Supply closet... supply closet... after reading Sue's Faustian Bargain (the nfic version) there is only one thing I can think of when I hear that Clark is rushing off to the supply closet... damn, you are distracting me from your own story, Cat! (Or maybe not? What
not to wear around Lois in the supply closet when there are Pop-Tarts nearby?
)
Ann
