Precious. My precious.
You know, on a different note, I just had another plotbunny. What if Lois accepts Clark’s proposal that way, you know, clasping the ring and grinning and whispering ‘precious, my precious’?
LUCY: <Tosses him the magazine> Be my guest.
LOIS: Clark, aren't C.J. *your* initials?
CLARK: Yes, but... it wasn't me! I didn't write that article. Trust me.
LOIS: Why?
CAT:
Yeah. He’s really robbing the cradle. Almost old enough to date Cat. Without her robbing the cradle.
CAT: Hmmmm. He might be getting too old for me.