Hi Mary!
We’re back to time swooshing! /eyes Mary’s latest fares/ We’re back to *Lois* doing the time swooshing! /gets tapped on shoulder by bloody popsicle Lois/ We’re back to *future swooshing* by *Lois*!
All she knew was that the cup Jordan had handed her was filled with the purest ambrosia.
JORDAN: I had no idea someone could love newsroom sludge this much.
Apparently the drain-cleaner drinking fad from her last visit had not exactly died. If anything, the design of the bottle he sipped from seemed to suggest that the company was embracing its alternate usage.
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Sent back to New Krypton? Has the First Lord released any kind of statement?”
“First Lord?” Owen echoed, staring blankly at her.
Okay, did Clark manage to destroy another perfectly fine patriarchal monarchy? Or did Clark *just* destroy a patriarchy and they now have a First Lady?
“Oh, right!” said Jordan. “You wouldn't know. New Krypton doesn't have first lords anymore. Ever since the last revolution, they have a 'Citizen's Council'.” He shifted his grip on the bottle in order to make air-quotes.
Every landowning male citizen is allowed to vote. At present, there’s three of them.
“Yeah,” said Owen. “So instead of nobles killing each other over a throne, you have regular people killing each other over an office chair.”
Baby steps. Next year, they try to adjust behavior so they don’t kill each other *over* and office chair but *with* an office chair.
He held a cereal box out to her. “Gorhennain, this shall be breakfast!” His grin somehow grew even bigger.
He got cereals from the museum? Tastes just like it did 70 years ago.
The juxtaposed picture of an enlarged spoon featured 'L' and 'O' shaped cereal bits and what appeared to be marshmallows shaped like Superman's shield. “Lois Lane Loops?!” she read aloud.
Oh, that’s evil! Wait, that’s Tempus’s quote about Lois being a cereal.
“Did You Know? Lois Lane was nicknamed 'Mad Dog' for her relentlessness when pursuing the truth. Even Superman struggled to keep up!”
Awww…
CLARK: It’s true. I was always a challenge, racing to keep her alive.
She set the box down on the couch, then reluctantly handed the coffee back to Jordan.
Wouldn’t it be awkward if she brought the cereal box back home with her and that’s how the secret got out?
Once again, the world faded. Hopefully, this time would be the last.
/heads over to book three/
Thanks for tying up book two!
Michael
