Hi Barbara!
The setter turned his head, looking up at his master with as much of a murderous gaze as a dog was capable of.
LOIS:
Yes, just like that!
. He knew how much Houdini hated leashes
It’s really fascinating – and great fun -- to see just how much alike Clark’s favorite dog-persons are.
But after a moment's hesitation, he took the treat and gave in to his fate, temporarily.
LOIS: Don’t you ever try that one with me.
WRITER: Nookie?
LOIS: Fine…
You're a good looking guy, try to hook up with her.>
This is such a double standard.
LOIS: No, I would also be amiable to hooking up with Superman for the sake of a story.
<You're a man, she's a woman. Do I need to draw you a diagram?>
So long as it’s not in Swedish.
CLARK: Just look! That’s *three* persons. That can’t be right.
CAT: Give me that. Oh, yes, that one. Yes, definitely better with a third person to help out. Safer, too.
He was slightly surprised that she hadn't already grilled him about his insistence to have Houdini by his side.
It’s his emotional support animal.
trying to imagine her at the Corn Festival. Or as his date. It was a pleasant fantasy.
He could combine those!
Clark set his jaw. “Unless you want the Metropolis Star to write about your treatment of handicapped people, I suggest you give me whiskey. And make it a double.”
Yes, if even the Star would write about it, it’s gotta be a big nono.
But he didn't want to explain why he was mixing his drinks hanging upside down from the ceiling.
Or how he can identify the liquors and fruits fast enough.
He stretched out his hearing and picked up Lois' heartbeat. She seemed okay as far as he could tell, albeit a little excited. His heart twisted. It was almost frightening how quickly he'd become attuned to hearing that sound.
See? Houdini’s gonna be out a job pretty darn soon.
The sight of her incredibly long legs made Clark's mouth run dry. She was absolutely stunning. He was lost.
He could ask the bartender to describe her. In detail.
Houdini had more experience in that department than he did.
Houdini: First, sniff at the lady’s behind…
So, is this going to end up as one big story on the Archive?
Michael