Hi Mary!
The Kents were awake and making breakfast, and he soon found himself all but shoved into their kitchen, where a hot plate of pancakes sat waiting for him.
MICHEL: This is all vegan, oui?
MARTHA:
Michel had no idea such a thing was even possible, and, against all sense of self-preservation, part of him wanted to see this mysterious rock that was apparently responsible for his friend's condition.
Ooooh! They *are* related!
LOIS: Let me guess, you dumped your girlfriend, too, for her own good, right?
MICHEL:
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How did you know? And it was only *three* times!
Michel looked up from Mrs. Kent's wonderful pancakes and stared at Clark in shock. “How did you know what I was thinking?” he asked. The elder Kents looked curious, too.
Twin bond? Teeping?
Clark gave a dry chuckle. “I just saw the interest in your expression,”
Did he look like Lois when she learns there is a DFCB hidden in the kitchen?
“Oh.” Michel deflated. “I thought...well...” He trailed off, too embarrassed to even complete the thought.
Clark shook his head. “I don't think I believe in telepathy,” he said, then frowned.
“Of course, I didn't really believe in aliens, either, until I found out I was one.”
“Anything's possible, Clark,” Jonathan chided gently.
LOIS: Well, he won’t be getting me to date him, that’s for sure.
“I have a deck of cards around here, somewhere,” Martha said. “Maybe later, we can run a few trials.”
Or, they could use magazine pictures where Michel has to guess if Clark looks at a brunette or a blonde.
“Mom!” Clark sighed. “Look, I'm sure Michel has a lot more important things to do than play 'guess how many fingers I'm holding up'.”
LOIS: Magazine pictures?
He can guess my fingers!
Michel couldn't help but notice, also very lovely. Clark was a lucky man.
“Look,” Clark said softly as they headed out the door, already at the edge of Miss Lane's dust-trail, “whatever you think happened, didn't actually happen. She's just staying with us. That's all.”
Uh-huh. Then what was this about them sharing a room?
“Oh,” said Michel. After a brief moment, he turned to Clark with wide eyes. “How did you know what I—?”
He was cut off by Clark's sigh.
Because they’re two pees in a pot.
His friend was staring intently at one of the tents that had been erected on the property, and Clark watched his expression morph from confusion to shock.
Seen some friendly government official talking to the land owner? Or is it because of the space ship?
“Well, perhaps you wouldn't mind if our expert had a look around,” he heard Lois saying.
I wonder just how different he looks to not have people notice? Maybe he has dyed his hair blond and wears mutton chops and shoulder length hair?
So much fun!
Michael
Glad you're having some good luck with your laptop.
Hopefully Michel will be a help, although either way (help or not) it should be an interesting take on GGGOH. Looking forward to where you take it.
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