Missing Lois - TOC A taste of Chapter 6, Part 3...
The flight attendant brought her coffee. Black this time, with two sugars. She had had enough sugar for one day. It was so hot it was actually steaming. First Class ruled. With Lex, she traveled on a private jet – recommended, if your wife was a kidnap victim. The Daily Planet was so broke before Mr. Olsen bought it, that she always traveled coach. She wondered if she got her job back, if she would still travel coach. So, she didn’t really have much experience with First Class. So far, she loved it.
Lois stirred her coffee with the little red straw / stir stick they gave her. Then she blew on it to cool it off as she leaned across Clark’s seat and looked down the aisle to see where he had disappeared off to. Must be in coach. The First Class passengers’ privacy curtain was closed. She lifted her cup to her lips to sip, but nothing came out. Glancing down, she saw that her coffee had turned into a popsicle. Her eyes opened wide. What in the…? It had been steaming not the minute before. She pulled up the stir stick but the whole cup went with it. She glanced around to see if anyone was watching her, not that she could tell. She was going to have to melt it and fast, before the flight attendant or Clark returned. She glanced up at the ceiling at the little air conditioning fan. That was ridiculous. Those little vents were cool, but not that cool.
She went over in her mind what had happened since she got the cup of coffee. Lois had put in the sugar, stirred, blew on it to cool it down and poof – coffee-icicle. Her mouth hung open. No way! Super cooling breath was one of Superman’s abilities. How in the world had she gotten it? She glanced around again. If she had stolen that, maybe she had acquired some of his other skills as well. She closed her eyes a moment and recalled that first conversation with Perry. Strength, speed, flying, cooling breath, heat vision, x-ray vision, invulnerability and hearing. Super cooling breath, got it. Hearing? Check. Strength? Check. Invulnerability? Her brow furrowed, would that include super healing? If it did, big check.
Alright, let’s see if she could try a little heat vision on the coffee-icicle without bringing the plane down. She wrapped her hands around the little china coffee cup and then glanced around at the First Class passengers. Good, nobody was looking. She tilted down her Lucy glasses, focused on the frozen coffee and thought ‘heat.’ Soon her mug of coffee was boiling hot again. Of course, she had melted her stir stick, so she set the cup off to the side. She didn’t really need to ingest melted plastic.
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