Before Lois could do anything else, Chris was at the door motioning them all to come in. “Ms. Lane, Mr. Kent, please don’t touch anything without getting clearance from either me or Inspector Henderson.” Then she disappeared back into the room.
You know, they could have special Lois-gloves. Basically, an adaption from the oven-mitt and duct-tape combos used in sitcoms to prevent somebody from scratching himself.
Very nice wrap-up. You even included a blow.
After a few seconds, the door opened just a crack. Peeking around the edge, Lois said, “Hi.”
What have they planned. And is Lois going to ask Clark to marry her?
Now he recognized this scene. “Should I come back as Superman?”
Her smile got ever wider. “No, silly. Why would I be waiting for Superman when I can do so much better?”
Role play?
“You sound surprised. Don’t you think I can cook?” Lois asked.
Clark realized that he’d strayed into dangerous territory. “I, um…”
Now that's what you call a trick question.
“Not quite,” Lois answered. “I have one more.” He swore he could hear some of the nervousness from earlier in the evening. “Clark, will you marry me?”
I believe I already mentioned the bow
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