Hi Evie!
“I like the actual flavor before it tries to roast your taste buds,” she argued. “And I’ll get used to the bite it gives back.”
I did not realize this the last time, but this also describes the relationship Clark has with Lois.
For just a few minutes, without the albatross of Superman’s identity hanging around her neck, it was just the two of them again.
Lois & Clark.
And it could all be yours for the low low price of asking him to fly her to his place and uuuuummm… let’s call it ‘making sweet love all weekend’.
She hadn’t even noticed that he’d gone out.
See? Normalcy.
He wasn’t supposed to be taking initiative.
Yes, that’s the danger of playing with fire – your curtains could catch a spark. Also the reason Lois does not have curtains in her kitchen anymore. And there is an article with her face in the MFD Weekly about how to identify boiling water as the source of a burning curtain.
“But I didn’t ask for this,” she repeated, her brain in an emotional paralysis between what she wanted to say and what she was supposed to say.
There’s chocolate in there?
“Where did this come from?”
Superman delivered it. It is a ‘thank you’ for taking care of a very excitable Kryptonian rascal.
“Oh, just this little bakery I know. It’s not far.”
That’s true. Only a fraction of a light second away.
She had just had a conversation with him about not being afraid of things that came from faraway places, of proving that she could handle whatever came with him, the man from the farthest of all the places she’d ever even heard of.
Yes, but she also said needed to get used to the spicy seasoning from those far away places.
They’d just spent the afternoon bonding over sharing far-away things that no one else could stomach.
CAT: I already volunteered for testing the spices from far away.
MAYSON:
But, in spite of all the thickly-laden subtext,
/points at dark place/
with a fresh falsehood and a friendship in dire disrepair.
Most cute tug off war (sic).
“It’s a black forest cake,” he said excitedly.
‘Black forest’ meant chocolate.
Instead, she felt worse than ever.
/Marks down ‘F’ on Lois term paper in Communication 101
“You didn’t like it?” Jimmy asked, surprise written across his features.
Lois sighed, packing up the rest of the cake in its little box.
What will Clark think when he sees the empty box in Jimmy’s waste bin.
“You know, Lois, just friend to friend, you could try talking to the guy.”
Look who’s being a teacher’s pet at the communications seminar.
Felt worse than she had before he’d stopped by.
It was a shame she’d given him the cake because she could really use some chocolate right about now.
Stupid truth.
At the last minute, she pivoted toward the stairs and headed up instead of down.
Oh, trying to get a deer in the headlights?
LOIS:
CAT It’s too cold on the roof for taking a topless sunbath.
The rush of traffic below blended with the chatter of pedestrians and gusts of wind over the buildings’ rooftops, all blurring into a mild and comforting roar.
Hence Clark’s propensity for roof time outs
CLARK: And certainly not Cat’s personal tanning habits.
She opened the chocolate bar and broke off a piece, chewing it slowly, letting the smaller pieces melt on her tongue as her brain released serotonin in response, lightening her mood to a level where she could think again.
Boy, if a light chocolate addiction already has that much of an effect on her, let’s x-nay on the x-se with Lark-C.
How had they gotten through it? Did they ever find their way back to the friendship they’d had before the lie?
Was it a harmless white lie like what they had been doing with their personal assistant in Barbados, or something serious like answering the question about those new jeans’ influence on the perceived body mass.
“Lois Lane and a roof…” His smile peeked out. “I just assumed a call for help would come next. I thought I’d head it off.”
Wouldn’t he be most perplexed if she either started to cry or scream at that?
Even though it was just Clark—she knew it was just Clark, for heaven’s sakes!—the flying and the spandex were still pretty impressive and she was having a tough time not being affected.
She could file it away for role play at a later date? Like this evening?
“I just came up here to find a quiet place to think,” she dodged, hoping he’d take the hint that their conversation was making ‘quiet’ an impossibility.
He can be quiet. He can be quiet much longer than she can.
“I— Well, I think, I mean, I’m pretty sure that this friend lied to me.”
His eyebrows rose. “But you don’t know for certain?”
“Oh, I’m sure,” she said dryly, forcing a neutral expression.
Only from a certain point of view.
LOIS: you mean the truth?
“Have you tried to talk to them about it?”
Isn’t he smart, using ‘them’? Also, he is not trying to shift the blame to her, is he? Apparently, he’s not interested in losing his very patient man status this millennium after all.
“It might help to get things out in the open,” he suggested.
LOIS: I want you to show me what you’ve been hiding under those suits of yours.
I feel like I need to make up my mind about how I feel about what I know, before I confront them about it.”
/Tries to remember which comedy from uh the 70s or 80s it was where a police officer or some such explained how he doesn’t tell himself stuff he shouldn’t know if he wants to avoid extra paperwork.
Do you know why your friend didn’t tell you the truth?”
He’s a dirty rotten scoundrel.
It was an irrevocable bond. That was a big deal, a real burden, and one that she was feeling keenly these days.
There’s also a not very well known subparagraph in Kryptonian law, that in such an event, the secret teller becomes available to the secret knower. You know, in a professional care giving kind of way. And he’s still feeling self conscious about his physique.
Have you ever lied to me?” she asked, heart in her throat, even though she already knew the answer.
“Superman doesn’t lie,” he said, shaking his head.
If he keeps this up, Lois will need hip surgery by the time he gets out of the doghouse.
She should tell him now that she forgave him.
That she knew who he really was.
That she wanted to help him, even if he didn’t know how to ask for help, with this colossal and unparalleled burden he’d taken on.
That they would never have to have anything come between them again.
By-ye!
Because how could you plan what to do for this?
*****
I’m sensing a finale coming up. /yes TOC/ or not.
Michael
