If Clark ever brought Lois a damaged uniform and asked her to mend it, I could see her doing to the suit, what my mom did to my dad's socks when he gave her one with a hole in it and told her to "darn it". She dropped it in the trash and told him to "damn it".
CLARK: Lois, what's taking so long? This is getting uncomfortable...
LOIS: Pipe down and quit fidgetting. I haven't quite gotten your inseam yet...
^^I can see Lois doing the job for that reason alone. Would love to see a fic on this, though (Sewing, I mean. Geez, people...
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