/slides in just before the new part shows up/
Hi Mary!
“Oh,” said Michel. “Well, I'm afraid I can't make it tonight; I already have plans with someone else.”
Ooooh!
“Susanne finally came around?”
No, he’s actually tall, dark, and handsome.
“Er, no,” said Michel. “It's not Susanne—”
“It's not that Italian woman, is it?” his mother snapped. “Michel, she's no good for you!”
“Mother!” said Michel. He sighed in frustration. “It's not Teresa, either. It's not even a woman.”
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Also, the El boys sure have lots of ladies banging at their doors, huh?
“Oh,” his mother said quietly. “Well, Honey, it's okay; I love you just the way you are.”
CLARK: Funny thing, that. I keep having the same problem with people implying inappropriate congress with a super hero.
ULTRA WOMAN:
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“There are *people* in Shanghai!” she shouted. “People who will see a French geologist flying along-side an American superhero—”
They’ll just think it’s a date…
I've always preferred things that are alive.”
Is that why he keeps saving Lois?
Michel shook his head. “You must expand your definition of life, my friend. Rocks have a kind of life all their own, being born in the heat and pressure of Earth's womb and eventually dying to the wind and waves.”
See? Lex’s heart is alive, too.
Michel thought for a while. “That pretty brunette I met when I was first trying to contact you, right?” he asked. “Miss Lane, I think her name was?”
Looky there. Quite the Frenchman.
“She seemed nice,” Michel said, smiling. “I got the impression she really liked me.”
Michel frowned in confusion at this, but then seemed to shrug it off. “So,” he said, grinning wickedly at Clark, “are the two of you...?” He let the question trail off.
Michel! He’s a Midwestern farmboy. He might know how things work on the field, be he still would prefer to wait for marriage.
LANA:
RACHEL:
PETE: :confuse:
LOIS: Marriage?
MAYSON: ‘Prefer’? I can work with that.
“What? Oh, no, we're not,” Clark sputtered. “We're just co-workers. She's not my girlfriend or—anything.”
“Ah,” said Michel. He gave Clark a knowing look. “I have a co-worker who's not my girlfriend, too,” he said.
“We're supposed to go to Smallville for an assignment, tomorrow,” he continued.
Nice room in a B&B. No traffic. No g-men mucking things up.
“Hopefully, it'll get her to loosen up a little,” he murmured. “Maybe if she has enough fun, she'll stop thinking about work long enough to see me as something other than her junior partner.”
Naughty boy!
I have no idea what highjinks are to come.
Michael
