It had been a long day of rescues, and he'd been sure that he'd never stop smelling the stench of smoke and charred flesh.
So, Lois was making Thanksgiving dinner?
Now, though, a scent of perfectly-cooking turkey wafted up from the kitchen
What kind of prank is this?
and he sighed contentedly as he settled into the cushions, anticipating another mouth-watering masterpiece of a dinner. Married life was good, he reflected.
Is this a Lois with the cooking-ghost memories?
She shook her head, frowning as she ran a finger over the soot and grime on his suit. "You know how much we wish you'd give this up," she told him.
Michael
