Their roles in uncovering Carpenter's machinations had been left out of the movie entirely. Lois only shrugged.
That was pure fiction, just like the kiss between the painfully wooden actors playing Linda and Superman.
Uh-oh.
He was almost insulted, but the situation was so far from any kind of reality that he very much doubted anyone could believe it had actually happened.
Superman would never kiss a reporter in front of the assembled press. Or a megalomaniac billionaire.
Clark was about to ask if that scene was what was bothering her but something in her posture made him hesitate.
‘Mad Lois with a piece of Kryptonite’?
"Not really. I have a massive headache all of a sudden. Good night, Clark."
Huh.
There was the faint sound of her refrigerator door opening.
"Don't do this to yourself," Lois whispered. She let out a sigh. "She made it up. She's the biggest, fattest, trashiest liar in the world." The refrigerator door slammed closed. "And he kissed her."
Michael
PS: Sorry, if that's too long an FDK
/marvels at birth of latest oximoron/
