Ooooh fun!
Lois stifled her amusement. Tied it up. Smacked it down. Attempted to smother it to death under a thick blanket of solemnity.
"It's not funny," Clark said.
No. It wasn't. It wasn't. It really wasn't.
Uh-huh.
the red briefs had been temporarily mislaid.
Hmm...mislaid or 'mislaid'?
The other Suits were at the cleaners.
He'd checked them for lace, frills, or any other explicitly feminine frippery, and finding none, had stepped into them and flown out the window.
But he would have to heat-vision her for that, no?
But she hadn't known the emergency was a fire.
Oops?
"It was meant to refer to our job." She strangled the budding upsurge of giggles. "I mean ... it *is* true. Of both of us."
/raises eyebrow/
Michael
