Whew! Finally getting a moment to get caught up on this one.
Two a.m. Daily Planet Newsroom
Oh dear! That desperate to spend some time alone?
“Lois … honey. Mike’s situation is different from Jimmy’s in so many ways. From everything you told me, his marriage to Rita was happy: home, children, a successful business they built together. Think about what you’re saying. As a mature man who’s lived a full life, he might deeply resent anyone pushing him into a relationship. If you really insist on nurturing their friendship, then by all means, encourage Mike to bring a date. If his choice is Grace, fine. But, afterwards, let them take it from there.”
Very wise, Clark. Also, Jimmy sucks at relationships and Mike apparently does it well.
She whispered softly, “Like you found me?”
Awwww!
“Speaking of which, we have given quite enough to Perry and the Daily Planet for awhile. I’m leaving a note, letting him know we are going on vacation, starting today.”
Yes, enjoy some pre-wedding time together!
Seconds later the familiar sonic boom was heard over Metropolis...
*Finally!*
Lois imagined the argument that would have ensued about her running around Metropolis at all hours of the night.
<is mildly surprised the Lane Family hasn't sent out an APB for Lois already>
“Bonjour, Mademoiselle,” he smiled, taking in her beauty and totally ignoring Clark.
Lois bowed her head in quick acknowledgement of his kindness. The man smiled as they passed and let go of the door, right on Clark’s backside. If it were not for his quick reflexes, the door would have shattered.
So much for *kindness!*
The boulangerie’s space was large; on the left side stood a long marble green countertop covered with colorful pastries; éclairs, religieuses and tartes. On the right were white marble counters of different heights displaying all manner of breads: long elegant baguettes, thick country white bread, ring shaped breads called couronnes and the delightful sweet bread that looked like a muffin with a round dot on top, the fluffy brioches. Along that wall behind the counters were dozens of baskets filled with all manner of bread loaves, rounds and rings delicately sprinkled with herbs.
And now I am hungry...
[Jacques! How many times do I have to tell you not to let the door slam on customers! Mon Dieu! That man!]
Thanks for the translation. I remember almost nothing from my high school French classes.
“My young friend, you mentioned she was pretty, but said nothing about her being beautiful. This must be…”
“Show her around, pick whatever food you wish. Tell any of the ladies I said it is my present to you.”
Awwww!
“Are you kidding, Clark? What doesn’t?”
The soft noise made her heart do a tiny dance, and for a moment her thoughts wandered into previously forbidden zones.
Welcome to your future, Lois.
With that, AnnKay walked – or rather was pulled on – towards the bakery.
Ha! Been there!
Huh. Didn't picture them with pets, aside from Lois' fish.
"Yeah, well we can table that discussion for another time.”
Sounds like my house.
Me: "How about we get a dog?"
Hubby: "How about we don't talk about that?"
“Romantic?” her companion said with a teasing tone. “The Lois Lane I met years ago would *never* have used the word, much less apply it to herself.”
Lane and Kent the reporting team might not be working, but Lois and Clark still have a few things to do before they exchange their vows.
I love this distinction, using the last names in the professional sense, the first names on the personal level. Such an obvious thing to do, but it just really struck me.
Yay! Another really great, WAFFy chapter! More please!
