Hi Evie!
Let’s do some more running
“Oh, uh, they, um— it was going to take a while, so I thought I’d come back and just, uh, review a couple more pages, you know, since you were worried about getting through it all tonight, and then it’s just a few blocks down, so I thought I’d just go back and pick it up.”
So, late at night, probably not too many customers. Three pizzas, a nice charcoal stove, 30 seconds per pizza vs. jogging several blocks.
Sounds fishy to me.
LOIS:
Silence.
Clark looked at Jimmy.
Jimmy watched Lois.
Clark looked back to her.
The clock on the wall had never ticked so loudly.
“So…” she said calmly.
“So…?” he asked, as if waiting for a guillotine to fall.
“So go review them,” she said, gesturing to his desk.
Oh, she’s going to play the dumb blonde, is she?
LOIS: He does prefer women of the fair-haired persuasion.
I do wonder, however, if you’re going to be able to uphold the charade as long as *some* other author did in their night-long fic about a Lois and a Clark pretending she doesn’t know
“Lois, aren’t you going to—“ the gopher started.
“Jimmy, don’t you have a bank account you’re supposed to be hacking into?” she interrupted sweetly.
Yes, the young gopher still has a lot to learn about the more vengeful sex.
The scanner, which had been quiet, suddenly crackled to life. “All available units, there is a 211A at Fen Wick Jewelry and Gold on 3rd Avenue.”
Oh, look, the pizza’s just about ready!
“That pizza must be ready by now. I’ll just head over and pick it up.”
/checks box/
“No, we’re going to catch him. And we need to hurry up if we’re going to make it before he gets back!”
What are you up to now? Have Lois tell them to put some special message on the pizza in topings?
Lois listened to the voicemail for “The Mozzarella Fellas,” which was confirming, in a heavy and cheesily false Italian accent, that the last pizza place near them, seven blocks out, had also closed two hours ago.
I did not expect this. Thought for sure they’d find a couple of 24/7 pizza-box stores.
Lois leaned back in her chair, still smiling in a feral way, as if she had feathers between her teeth.
“I think I’d make him pay,” she said, as if relishing the idea.
So, no nookie for him tonight?
LOIS: I said ‘make *him* pay’!
“Remind me where you went again?” she asked Clark, who was headed down the ramp into the bullpen.
“Oh, it was a place just a few blocks down.”
“The Mozzarella Fellas?” she asked.
It’s that little mom-and-pop shop in the back room of the building with the red lantern over the entrance. They’re not listed in the yellow pages.
“The Mona Pizza? Dough Re Mi? Slice of Life? Little Italy? Pie Hole? Slice, Slice, Baby? Cheesy Does It?”
Ah, didn’t you ask for the names of Italian places a couple of weeks back?
“Yeah,” she pushed, as if she’d hit on something. “The receipt. I’m sure the name would be on the receipt.”
There was a stack of napkins still in Clark’s palm and his hand tensed around it.
“Uh, I don’t think I grabbed it,” he stuttered.
“That’s a shame,” she replied dryly, intentionally not looking at the pile of napkins she was now sure the receipt was hiding under.
Great touch!
Because if there wasn’t a pizza place open in Metropolis, she had a good guess as to the next logical place to find a pizza was.
L.A.? Because no Italian pizza place would open at…let’s say
8:00 or 9:00 am (since it's midnight in Metropolis, 6:00 to 7:00 am)?
“The box,” she said innocently. “All the writing on it is in Italian.”
It’s a marketing gag in Hollywood. Just as an ‘i’ at the end of everyi wordi, youi knowi?
Dropping into her chair, she bit into the pizza like it had betrayed her.
It tasted so good that she nearly forgave him on the spot.
Really fun juxtaposition!
She didn’t even have the ire left to shoot him the look she usually reserved for traitors.
Just think of him with Mayson in the woods while you’re stuck taking care of a blind Superman.
LOIS:
Lois swallowed and took another bite, grudgingly letting herself be soothed by the best version of her favorite comfort food she’d ever had.
Wait, what? He made her cheat on Rocky Roads ice cream?
She opened her eyes, pulled out of the overly indulgent moment she was sharing with her straight-from-Italy-slice-of-pizza and looked at him.
She could retaliate by dating a man from Italian descent.
Daniel Scardino:
God, the man had just put out an apartment fire, responded to a burglary alarm, and then gotten her the best pizza she’d probably ever had.
[…]
He smiled, genuinely for the first time in hours, and she took another bite of her perfectly palatable pizza.
Another bit of ambivalence
She wouldn’t make him miserable tonight.
In a good mood, she knew, Clark would get much further in reading through all those boring financial documents that she hated putting so much time into.
Oh boy. She’s not got a secret weapon to finishing her work early. And to torturing Clark.
She wouldn’t torture Clark tonight, she decided, thinking ahead to the long run.
Because there was always tomorrow.
Another fine title reference
Michael
Edit: Since you mentioned *early* season two, they might not have met Mayson yet. And the Blind Man Is Buff(sic) is some more episodes away still. But Lois still playing along would be hilarious and sad when it gets to that point. Also, if you stretch it all the way to Tempus Fugitive?
