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DINNER

[clarklike]

[Mmm, thanksgiving dinner. Give thanks and enjoy good company.]

[loisfuckinglane]

[Lois is determined that everything's going to go nicely at dinner so you have assigned seating, dammit. Unfortunately, her plan is foiled by some of those rabid turkeys trying to crash the party as they follow guests along.]

Ok, whoever decided to invite Alfred Hitchcock's birds along, not funny.

[She'll run the things out of the house with whatever she can smack 'em with and lock the doors and windows. She'll probably also usher people through the doors as quickly as possible, with a baseball bat in hand in case they've got one on their tail. Happy thanksgiving, everyone.]

i choked from laughter.

[clarklike]

[Oh wow. He moves up behind her and puts a hand on her shoulder.]

... Lois, I'll handle the birds.

[It's that or Terry sics Ace on 'em, which is not a fabulous idea either.]

that icon is adorable lmfao

[loisfuckinglane]

[Still holding that baseball bat. :| ]

These things are vicious, Smallville.

ahahah <3

[clarklike]

Oh, I've gathered. Paradisa just wants to join the celebration, that's all.

[loisfuckinglane]

Too bad. No sentient castles RSVP'd so they're not on the seating chart. They can get out.

[clarklike]

Fair enough.

[Off he goes.]

ilu

[newgothamoracle]

[considering the company, she has no compunctions about flinging a blunt batarang at the birds, just to help move them along]

hahaha ilu too

[loisfuckinglane]

[As she watches it whiz by and turns to see where it came from.]

Nice moves.

[newgothamoracle]

[catches it between two fingers when it whizzes back, twirling it round with a faint, sharp smile] I try. You're not bad with that bat.

[loisfuckinglane]

I figured it was keeping in theme of many of our guests.

[newgothamoracle]

[...snickers] Maybe the birds had the same idea. Wrong genus, is all.

[loisfuckinglane]

Well, they can take their genus and shove it where the -- [DISTRACTED by watching Clark zoom out to deal with them.]

[newgothamoracle]

[snickers at that, too, before her gaze follows Lois'] That's...damn, could have used him in Gotham.

[loisfuckinglane]

He could probably get there and back in a flash.

[eatshootsnleves]

[SNERK.

He'll help from where he's sat backwards on his chair, flicking darts and possibly bits of unnecessary cutlery at the ones that get inside. (Who really needs two forks, anyhow?)]