I don't cook anything more complicated than spaghetti, and I don't always get that right.
But this story is great! I can see how cooking with the right person would be a physical, even sensual, experience, and Lois can feel it too.
This is my favorite line from this part.
"Much better," she said.
His smile came, garnished with a dash of satisfaction.
Corrina, you are a genius! You not only told us in a very few words what was going on between them, but you did it with a cooking metaphor. Very well done! (Wait, that's steak, and they're cooking chicken, right?)
Doesn't matter. I'm wondering how Lois is going to convince Clark to stay and enjoy the meal and how she plans to gently dismiss poor old put-upon Claude, who I thought was French but who Lois says is Italian:
"How about …" Clark paused. "… your guest?"
"Claude," Lois said. "I'm not sure. He's Italian. Do they eat spicy food in Italy?"
But maybe he'll call and cancel at the last minute, saving Lois the trouble of running him off. Of course, you probably have some other ingenious way of getting these two together, don't you?
Don't you?
Waiting until Monday, simmering with impatience.