First off:
"Chocolates?" she asked hesitantly.
Well... yeah? Known to soothe the beast.
Clark nodded, a small smile creasing his features.
"Chocolates," she repeated flatly.
Now Clark's brow wrinkled in concern. That shouldn't be her reaction...
Awwwwww
"Or, no, I know what it is. You're a sick man, Kent! What- you just automatically assume that if I'm angry I must be PMS-ing and therefore you should bring me chocolate to stop the threat? Well, guess what, Clark? Sometimes a girl's just mad because she needs to be! Because she wants to be! It's not all PMS! And you're going to need a hell of a lot more than chocolate to fix this up!"
And it also means Lois is willing to accept she was wrong. Oh boy, those hormones must be *really* messing with her.
Clark appeared incredulous. "Lois Lane will come to me and apologize?"
My thought exactly. I'd expect the non-apology.
Clark thought about it. "Well, I mean, sometimes I guess. But she gets mad at me so often that it's difficult to say when she's really mad at me or not."
And poor Clark is too much a boy scout to never try and put it into a mathematical context.
He'd catch himself gravitating her direction multiple times- once he had even stood up, grabbed her empty coffee mug off her desk and was halfway through refilling it before he remembered he was supposed to leave her alone. But by that point it was too late- he had just had to refill the mug and drop it off at her desk, not bothering to try to talk to her.
Her heartbeat always gave her away.
Awwwww
"Or that I don't know my best friend's tv watching schedule well enough by now?"
Oooh, what a nice veiled hint. Lois knows and respects his tv schedule. The least he could do, sis know and respect her biological one.
"I... I'm sorry for how I behaved toward you earlier. It... it was stupid and petty and I don't know what came over me. I just... overreacted I guess and I want to say I'm sorry."
She held out a small chocolate bar. Clark blinked and looked up at her. "Wha-"
Awwwww
"No, I won't be happy until you eat it. Besides, I got one for myself, too." She pulled out a second matching bar.
Awwwww, so cute!
"Nothing," he replied. "Just that I'll never doubt Perry White again."
Oh boy. Hope Clark looks good in chocolate. /takes a pause to reflect over last statement with knowledge gained from boards/ Hmm... I guess Lois isn't likely to complain.
"Chief made a bet that if I waited long enough, you'd apologize to me. Guess he won't be letting me win at poker after all."
Oh dear.
He turned around to see her glowering and he swallowed.
Whoops.
Big whoops. I think even Ralph didn't make that big a whoops when he tried to sell Perry the pictures of the naked mayor taking a bubble bath with her masseur/lover.
Suddenly she smiled an almost feral smile and walked up to Clark. "Well, let's go then, Clark. We have work in the morning."
/blinks/
"Of course you didn't. And by the sounds of things, you seemed to try to defend me. I'll give you the benfit of the doubt there."
Yes. "Lois would never have PMS. There is no such thing as PMS. How can you even suggest such a thing?"
"Perry, on the other hand, is a dead man."
Oh dear. Oh dear.
But in his defense, he thought Lois was over it- he didn't realize he was just in the eye of the storm!
Wonderful! Just hilarious.
Great little vignette. So much fun. So, are you trying to take Queenie's crown?
Michael
But it's been a while since I went to her archived stories, so...