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A/N: This all started because I had a major moment and forgot how to describe Clark making a cup of coffee for Lois. Does he 'dress' her coffee, 'lace' her coffee with cream and sugar? I knew laced was wrong, and joked in the Discord chat group about Lois lacing Clark's coffee with Kryptonite. Of course that sent a new plot bunny rampant through the discussion and I thought I'd catch this one seeing as I let the last one run free. A bit of silliness while I try to focus on other fics. Thanks to KSaraSara for proofreading!

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“Want some?” Lois asked, offering the straw of her frozen drink that was an alarming shade of green.

Clark pulled a face. “No, I think I’ll pass. What is that?”

“It’s like a coffee and milkshake, with lots of ice, blended together.”

“But why is it green?”

Lois took another slurp, before offering him a taste again. “Try it!” she insisted.

As Clark reached for the offered drink, he noticed several others approaching with their own drinks.

“Try it, Clark,” reiterated Jimmy offering up his drink, which was twice the size of Lois’.

“Here, Clark.”

“Take a sip!”

As the offers of coffee overwhelmed him, Clark stepped backwards, hitting his desk on his retreat. Cornered as Cat, Jimmy, Lois and half of the newsroom held out their green, iced cappuccinos.

“What’s wrong, son? It’s not going to hurt you,” leered Perry.

“Why is it green?” repeated Clark as he scrambled backwards over his desk.

Lois took another large slurp before grinning at him. “It’s a Kryptonite Coffee,” she announced.

Clark cleared his desk, scattering papers on the floor, as he tried to get away from the group of caffeine addicts still approaching him. Kryptonite? He couldn’t feel it, there was no pain, no weakness.

“After we published that story about Kryptonite, the Java Stop made a drink to commemorate it. It’s delicious. Try it, Clark.”

As Clark stepped away to avoid Lois forcing the straw into his mouth, Perry jeered at him.

“What’s wrong Clark? Afraid of a bit of Kryptonite?”

“Clark? I got you a coffee.”

He opened his eyes and stared wide-eyed at Lois, trying to get his bearings. He must have nodded off and had the strangest dream. Shaking his head to clear the remnants of the dream, he attempted to smile at Lois.

“Are you ok?” Lois asked. “You look exhausted. You nodded off about fifteen minutes ago so I went to grab you a coffee.”

With some trepidation he accepted the cup of coffee from her, relieved to find it his normal mixture of cream and sugar, and most importantly, not green. It had been a few long days, with little sleep for a busy Superman overnight. Now he was nodding off at work and having strange dreams. Superman needed a night off.

“Are you busy tonight?”

“No,” he answered confidently. Tonight he would head home, and go straight to bed.

“There’s a dinner special at O’Connor’s tonight. Would you like to go?”

Scrap the early bedtime plan, he thought. Lois is asking me to join her for dinner! “I’d love to go,” he responded quickly, watching as she beamed at him.

“Great. I’ll meet you there at six?”

“You guys off to O’Connor’s tonight,” Jimmy piped up. “Make sure you’ve got a reservation! It’s going to be packed.”

Clark looked in confusion between Lois and Jimmy wondering why O’Connor’s was so special.

“Have you been?” inquired Jimmy.

“No.”

“Then it’ll be the one time I take you to a place you haven’t been before, instead of you finding all the good restaurants!” Lois remarked, grinning at him.

“CK, make sure you get the dinner special. Green mashed potatoes, green gravy. It sounds gross, but it’s delicious.”

Clark stared at Jimmy in disbelief, wondering if he was still asleep.

“If you get there before me, order me a beer,” interjected Lois. “They’ve got green beer tonight and it’s not the kind that goes straight to your head.”

Clark groaned as he watched Lois leave.

“CK, are you ok?” Jimmy asked, suddenly concerned. “It’s just some green food colouring for St. Patrick’s Day.”