Hi Corrina!
Lois handed him an omelette inside a bun. Clark took a bite, wishing he’d had the forethought to plan topics of conversation.
He could go with: I like your buns.
Clark thought of a series of questions and dismissed each one as being banal. Or intrusive. Or insensitive.
Or all three combined.
Clark: Thanks. Thanks a lot.
“What is the most important thing to remember on a farm?” she asked.
If you see a brown wet spot, do not step into it.
You only need to chase stock down the road once to realise the importance of a closed gate.”
Doesn’t work in the city. The city stock has opposable thumbs.
“I don’t understand how a cow could help.”
He already had a living being he was familiar with whom he could gently stroke as he learned to control his rising powers.
And I have to take that time to be quiet and reflective.
Awww
“You’ll still be here tomorrow?” he asked quickly,
Awwwww, great segue.
although when she peeked into his face, he was staring into his lemonade.
How the rhythm and repetition is kind of soothing. Maybe it was exactly what I needed today.”
Yeah, read paragraph, write FDK. Repeat.
“Will it be all right? Without Jack’s help? Will you be able to get all the work done?”
Clark nodded, grinning. “I’ve had an offer to help with the milking.”
Cute!
As she munched, she studied her surroundings, something she rarely did in Metropolis as she raced from lead to source to witnesses to research to her office, on repeat,
Might be why she gets caught so often. She needs to be more aware of her surroundings.
“Different than Metropolis?”
“The exact opposite.”
“You think so?
No cabbies trying to mow you down.
. “It can be like that. I can get so caught up in a story that everything else passes by unnoticed.”
/points once again at Lois getting caught all the time/
But there was something profoundly satisfying about Clark Kent’s assessment that she’d be a great farmer.
Still cute. I’m sure title has nothing to do with this.
Clark grinned. “We need to go via the vegetable garden. Mom grows sugar beets for Bess.”
“And you’re going to take her one?”
“Yep. Can’t disappoint her.”
Sweet detail.
Martha had said that Bess had been born when Clark was sixteen so he must be twenty-eight – a year older than she was.
/does math/
/does guesstimate/ sometime early season two.
“Hello, Bess,” Lois said, completely unsure as to the etiquette when meeting a cow.
A curtesy is expected. They have stopped with the cow-tow after Bess was strong enough to win every time.
Lois wasn’t sure how she felt about receiving affection from a cow, but she figured it beat being attacked.
Considering the Pranksters inappropriate behavior towards Lois in lieu of physically hurting her, I’m now flashing to him licking her jeans
Lois thrust her hand into her the pocket of her jeans, trying to ignore tingling warmth that lingered from Clark’s touch.
You gotta hug her!
Clark:
“He’s a nice guy,” she said to Bess. “But I suppose you knew that already.”
Bess: Moooooo
It was, and Clark was still out in the fields.
Maybe if she went looking for him…?
Then there was Clark.
Lois had no idea what to think about him.
As she pulled up the sheets around her shoulder, she told herself she didn’t need to know what to think about Clark. This was a pleasant interlude. Surprisingly pleasant. But it didn’t change that in a couple of days, she would be gone.
Uh-huh…
Looking to her right, she realised there was a light on in the barn.
Bess!
Could she be having her calf?
Was Clark down there in the barn?
Hmmm… did Lois sense Clark? Is it Bess? Did Clark stumble onto the lead box with the crystals?
“You ate your supper?”
He grinned at that. “Yes, I ate my supper.”
Awww… she’s making sure he’ll associate Lois with his mother.
MARTHA: I resent that. I have never fussed this much over him.
“Yeah.” He dragged another hay bundle and positioned it close to the first. “Want to unwind, too?”
Unwinding in the hay!
Being able to find new challenges and satisfaction from one thing instead of needing to flit from thing to thing.”
“You’ve stuck at your career. You’ve done incredibly well.”
Yes, but every day in the city brings a new life and death challenge.
Clark didn’t answer for a long time. “No,” he said. “I love the farm, and I can’t imagine something I would enjoy so much it would make up for being away from here.”
/cocks eyebrow
When he was on the tractor, driving the mindlessly repeated rows, did he think about a different life?
Maybe he’s writing fiction about a brave reporter, soaring through the air as he rescues (erm assists in the self-rescuing) of the feisty maiden.
LOIS: ‘maiden’?
ER: damsel?
LOIS: /pulls out Buffy tape/ I’m not much with the damseling.
ER:… feisty reporter amazon on the hot trail of career making story.
“I always enjoyed writing. I found it easier to express myself when I could re-read and edit.”
Just like Clark…
CLARK:
/goes back to editing/ “… and then he broke up with her for her own good. The end.” Sounds good to me.
Was it wrong that he’d wondered if there was any chance that Lois would fall asleep on the bale?
Plot: farm boy finds sleeping maiden on a bale of hay in the barn.
Looks good. /heads over yonder/
He’d already been fascinated.
Then he’d lifted her into his arms, and it had felt as if she belonged right there.
And when she’d snuggled closer against his chest…
Oh so very cute!
Did she – even the tiniest bit – care for him? Or was she merely parroting his mom?
Possibly neither, he accepted, as he stood, cast a final eye over Bess, switched off the lights, and headed home.
Best sleep on it.
Another entertaining outing
Feels all warm and fuzzy and comfy.
Michael
