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The sound of the phone ringing stirred Clark from sleep. He blinked, taking a moment to orient himself before disentangling himself from his wife - carefully to avoid disturbing her sleep. Lois curled up, mumbling something incoherent but didn’t wake.

After getting up to rush downstairs for the receiver he answered “Hello?”

“Clark, it’s Perry,” came the familiar voice on the other end. “Sorry to call so early, but I need you and Lois at the Planet by noon. The Mayor’s office is holding a press conference in the evening about the citywide power outages last night.”

Clark frowned slightly. “Got it. We’ll be there.”

He hung up and turned his head toward Lois. With his x-ray vision he could see she was just beginning to stir, her hair tousled and face still half-buried in the pillow.

He went up to tell her about the call. “It was Perry,” he said softly, leaning closer kissing her cheek. “The Mayor’s office is holding a press conference about the power outages. We’re on the story.”

Lois squinted at him, then groaned as she stretched. “Power outages? That’s strange - we didn’t notice anything last night. Was Superman needed?”

Clark shook his head. “No, nothing came up. Guess we were… a little distracted.” His smile was playful and she rolled her eyes with a smirk of her own as she slid out of bed.

“Lucky us,” she muttered, grabbing her robe and heading for the kitchen.

„But I would have heard someone crying for help,“ he added.

By the time Lois stepped into the living room with a steaming mug of coffee, Clark had already made his way to the advent calendar.

“Being at work late actually works well for today’s tradition,” he remarked as she joined him.

Lois reached into the basket, pulling out the right bag. Inside, she found a tiny log ornament. Holding it up, she grinned. “I didn’t realize the world had so many unusual Christmas items.”

He laughed. “Today’s tradition is from France, Bûche de Noël, or the Yule log cake.”

Lois raised an eyebrow. “A cake shaped like a log?”

“Exactly,” Clark replied. “In France, it’s traditional to make this cake during the holidays. It’s meant to represent the Yule log that people would burn on Christmas Eve, as a way of bringing warmth and light to the home. It’s rich, festive and meant to bring people together.”

Lois nodded, intrigued. “So we’re baking today?”

Clark nodded enthusiastically. “Not just any baking. This cake is a bit of an art form. It’s rolled with creamy filling and decorated to look like a real log. And once it’s done, we’ll share it with someone who could use a little holiday cheer.”

Lois grinned, already rolling up her sleeves. “Alright, let’s do this. ”

Later, the kitchen was a flurry of activity. Lois carefully spread chocolate buttercream over the sponge cake, Clark had rolled it into a log shape. Once assembled, they dusted the cake with powdered sugar to mimic freshly fallen snow and added decorative touches, tiny meringue mushrooms and sprigs of sugared rosemary.

The kitchen was a mess, dustings of flour, bowls with remnants of chocolate buttercream and traces of whipped cream were everywhere.

Lois leaned back, admiring their work. “I have to say, it’s impressive. Almost a shame to eat it and now we have to clean this mess.”

Clark reached for the leftover ganache with a mischievous glint in his eye. "There’s still some left," he said casually, dipping his finger into the bowl.

Lois narrowed her eyes suspiciously. "Don’t even think about it."

Too late. With a quick flick, Clark smeared a small dollop of chocolate on the tip of her nose.

"Clark!" she exclaimed, laughing despite herself. She grabbed the spatula from the counter. "You’re going to regret that."

"Regret?" he said, feigning innocence, even as he darted just out of her reach. "I think it’s an improvement."

Lois lunged, managing to swipe a streak of ganache across his cheek. "There, now you match," she declared triumphantly.

Clark grinned, wiping the chocolate from his cheek with mock-surprise. "You’re playing a dangerous game, Lane."

She smirked, holding the spatula like a weapon. "Bring it on, farm-boy."

In a flash, Clark ducked behind her, pinning her lightly against the counter with his arms caging her in. "Now, what was that about regret?" he teased, his face mere inches from hers.

Lois arched an eyebrow, defiant despite the smile tugging at her lips. "I’d say it’s you who should be worried. You’re in striking distance."

Clark leaned closer, brushing his nose against hers, still streaked with chocolate. "Maybe," he murmured, his voice warm, "but you’re still the one with chocolate on your face."

Lois rolled her eyes but couldn’t help the laugh that escaped her. "Smooth, Kent. Real smooth."

He grinned, taking a napkin to gently wipe her nose. "That’s me. Now, what do you say we call it a draw before we end up covered in ganache?"

Lois mock-sighed, handing over the spatula. "Fine. But only because I don’t want to waste perfectly good chocolate."

Clark winked as he placed the spatula back on the counter. "Good call. It’s much better on cake than on us."

Lois shook her head, still smiling.

Clark chuckled and after a few seconds of superspeed cleaning the kitchen was spotless again. “Well, we’re not the only ones who’ll get to. I thought we could share it at work.”

Lois’s expression softened. “That’s a nice idea. I think they could probably all use a little holiday cheer.”

Clark wrapped the cake in a box and together they headed to the Daily Planet.

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“Hey, guys! What’s this?” he asked, eyeing the box.

Clark opened it, revealing the beautifully decorated Bûche de Noël. “We thought everyone could use a break.”

Jimmy’s face broke into a grin. “That’s awesome! Thanks, guys.”

Lois smiled.

As Jimmy eagerly cut a slice, Lois and Clark watched, a sense of quiet satisfaction settling between them.

Lois squeezed his hand. “Well, I guess today’s lesson is ‘cake makes everything better,’ and I’m fully on board.”

Clark chuckled. “That’s a pretty sweet takeaway.”

They walked home together, the spirit of giving warming their hearts as the day settled into a peaceful evening.