"Pieter, it's Lois Lane. Look, I just...I wanted to make sure that you were all right after everything that happened. If you need anything, give me a call. My cell is 555-785-4897."
It's dark in the Portsmouth home of Dr. Pieter Cross. It always is. Shades drawn, blinds closed, lights out. His unique ocular condition saves a bundle on electric bills. Although his giant laboratory more than makes up the difference
( ... )
After four rings, the connection opens. "...would rather kiss Lex Luthor's fat ass than lose perpetual from that paragraph. I don't care who your father i--yes, Lois Lane."
That last bit was into the phone and sounded less than patient.
Okay, so it's a glorified apartment that they only spend time in after the world almost ends or Perry forces them to take a day off via the editorial fire axe. Clark wishes that was a joke.
He holds the door open for Lois, because that is how he rolls, adjusting his glasses and taking a quiet scan of the building to ensure that nothing of theirs is primed to explode.
Even if she says she's fine without him, Lois, with her penchant for running headlong into danger, needs things like that quiet scan to ensure her safety. Once inside, she puts down her briefcase and laptop, her purse and her coat, then heads directly for the phone. She must not have been kidding about being hungry.
Clark does not have to eat, if we want to be petty about it, and occasionally Clark feels guilty about consuming food when people are starving around the world.
On the other hand, to keep at full strength, Clark needs to replace the calories he's burnt over the day. Earth's Yellow Sun only gives the Kryptonian exactly enough nutrition to make it a day-no more, no less. Or at least that's the story Clark's sticking with. "Where are you ordering from?"
Lois has a half-dozen or so delivery places on speed dial. Really. She hits one of them as she answers, "Chang's. Crab rangoon and sweet and sour pork sound good. What do you want? Oh, and some dumplings, too, maybe...spring rolls?"
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That last bit was into the phone and sounded less than patient.
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What greets her name on the other end of the line is nothing but hoarse laughter.
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Okay, so it's a glorified apartment that they only spend time in after the world almost ends or Perry forces them to take a day off via the editorial fire axe. Clark wishes that was a joke.
He holds the door open for Lois, because that is how he rolls, adjusting his glasses and taking a quiet scan of the building to ensure that nothing of theirs is primed to explode.
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On the other hand, to keep at full strength, Clark needs to replace the calories he's burnt over the day. Earth's Yellow Sun only gives the Kryptonian exactly enough nutrition to make it a day-no more, no less. Or at least that's the story Clark's sticking with. "Where are you ordering from?"
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