EW: What you didn't see that fantasy piece over yonder: 201B?
ER: /runs off to check, but comes back disappionted/
EW: /really does love her dirty little tricks played on innocent readers/
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ER: So, she won’t invite him to her shed in the woods?
MAYSON: Did I say that?
No. No, I don’t think she did (say that).

She wrote it before the fact, but by the time he read it, it would’ve been after the fact.
Yes, but that’s not *her* fault that he’s not checking his mail.
CLARK: /still clueless as ever/ But I don’t. /nudges Jimbo/ Doesn’t he listen?
JIMMY: /maybe Lois would like to make a man out of me. Her sister certainly enjoyed it./

EW: Plus, bringing Lois chocolate every time he screws up could have disastrous results.
EW: […] It’s also known as an aphrodicisac (why chocolate is so popular on valentine’s day).

CLARK:
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LEX: It did? But I thought women liked to be paid? Strange.
Only the working kind.
Lois doesn’t like hospitals, remember.
Oh, duh! So, if Deter had suggested his private summer home at the Cote Azure?
ER: So, she’s actually hoping he’s just stupid enough to not realize she’s serving Lois on a silver linen but still not stupid enough to not accept what is offered on said silver linen?
EW: Let’s go with naïve.

CLARK: /feels like he’s in front of a Borg cube/ Are you insane? I’m only… well, not human, but… male. Resistance has it’s limits, man.

LOIS: Don't listen to him. I know what I'm doing.
CLARK: /not sure which response would now lead to a more reduced life expectancy of the Kryptonian race/


Michael