“He’s not a bad guy. Too naïve for his own good, and he’s got a crush on me, you know? I think he thinks he’s discrete about it, but it’s just…awkward. He’s too soft, and I’m way out of his league. You can’t get more old-fashioned, tight-buttoned, or farmer-boy than Clark Kent.”
Oh, Lois! That comment may just finish him off. I can't see him telling her the truth now.
“I told you what I wanted. I want Chinese take-out, Italian take-out, or pizza.
So pick one! This is me and my husband all over.
Boggle was one of his favorite games—he had used to play it late into the night with his parents, and had been the official founder of the Boggle Society of Smallville High. But that had started small and ended smaller. By the end it he had gone to the meeting place to find that he was alone in the empty classroom. He had played a few rounds alone for the fun of it. But, of course, he soon realized that there was no point and little fun in playing Boggle alone—he always ended up crossing off his own words, and no matter how much he cheated, he always lost.
That is so sad!
I broke that cheap hourglass thing years ago.
Snort. I can just imagine how that happened.
“Enjoy it, flyboy,” she said. “It won’t happen again.”
Well, Lois is on her way back to full force even if Kal-El isn't.
