Hi Mary! It seems there’s quite a caped backlog
Lois stomped into the ice cream parlor, hitching up her wedding dress so that she wouldn’t trip over the train.
First I thought, Season 4. But no, of course it’s got to be after the “I don’t”.
The infernal garment seemed much more tight and constrictive than she remembered, and seemed almost determined to make her stumble.
Huh? Remembered?
“A scoop of chocolate ice cream, please—Perry?!” she double-taked. Her boss—or rather, former boss, stood behind the counter, smiling pleasantly at her. “What are you doing here?”
She dreaming?
Perry shook his head. “I’m sorry, Darlin'; the chocolate ice cream isn’t speaking to you any more.”
Did you ever see The 10th Kingdom? That talking engagement ring?
“Ah,” said Jimmy, placing more glasses of rootbeer on the counter, “the gourmet ice cream you ordered is here.”
“What on earth?!” Lois stared as the thing oozed closer. Was she smelling fish?! “What is that?!”
Lex, huh?
“You melted the chocolate,” Perry said, pointing once again to the clearly vanilla puddle in the bowl.
“No, I didn’t!” Lois insisted. “That is clearly vanilla! Oh god, someone save me from this thing!”
Ah, the chocolate is Superman and the vanilla she doesn’t want is plain-vanilla-Kent, hiding the chocolate icecream underneath. You can do layers of melted icecream like that. If you’re really careful. Why you’d want to, though, that’s a different question.
“Help! HELP ME!”
Just then, the bowl in Perry’s hands began to shake as though it were alive. Something brown began to flow over the sides.
See!
LOIS: Nope. What?
“Save me!” Lois whispered, and now there was a protective wall of vanilla ice cream between her and the fishy monstrosity.
The Clark that she wants.
But you still tried to save me from fishy, gourmet Lex!”
“Lois…” He leaned forward. Their lips met again. They probably had a lot to discuss now, but at the moment, all she could think was: this was *much* better than chocolate ice cream.
Awwww!
Nicely crafted dream
Michael
