[Road Not Taken] A necessary conversation

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It's been a hectic few days, between the weekly-supervillain-attack and the near end of the world descending on the earth. And Perry'd come into town, too--making all of Lois' days far more work-intensive, if only because she now has to put up with his yelling.

(She's thrilled to have him around again, but she'll be tortured before admitting that.)

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And lo, there is a knock on the door to disrupt her train of thought. Clark hasn't honestly meant to ignore her, it's just that between trying to stay on top of his Planet duties while keeping an eye on the rest of the world is exhausting. Factor in walking the new owners of the Kent farm through a crash course in organic farming and you've got one tired alien.

He's holding a package of maple donuts in front of him when she opens the door, quite possibly as a reason to speak to him longer than a glare. And if she tries to take the the bribe and run, he's perfectly fine with utilizing his speed and wandering in anyway.

"Hi."

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"Just a sec!" she calls when she hears the knock, and after a few moments of audible scrambling and a muffled curse (yes, the apartment looks like a minor disaster area, as someone's been tossing her research everywhere, as usual, or her living-space would be neat), she does manage to get to the door.

She looks surprised (pleasantly so) to see him for a moment, and then her eyes fall on the box of donuts. "Oooh, donuts!" is her only greeting, immediately opening it and yanking one.

(Sorry, Clark, but Lois Lane has her priorities.)

After taking a bite she gives him a quick grin. "Hey, Smallville. What'd'ya need?"

Because if he's bribing her, he wants something.

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She always does, he's known that - if not from day one, at least from day two or three. The box is easily let go of, and he sidles in past her while she's eating, although his progress forward is impeded by the relative chaos in her apartment.

"Thought maybe we could talk." About what, Clark is vaguely sure she probably has an inkling, but he isn't sure how to begin. Coming out and asking if she plans on running an in-depth 'behind the scenes' editorial on the world's newly unveiled hero is harder than it looks, and he doesn't want to offend her.

If only because she jumps to conclusions faster than a bunny towards a carrot.

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Lois looks rather possessive of that box of donuts before she sets it down, tearing into the donut with another few bites as she gives him something of a puzzled expression.

"Sure," she replies after a moment, still looking faintly puzzled. She sticks the donut in her mouth long enough to move a pile of file folders off of a chair so he can sit. Hopping up onto the counter, she absently crosses her legs at the ankles and leans forward.

"So what's up?"