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[What is visible of the room is obviously in Earth Sector, both from the décor and from the view out of the large, open window over Lois’ shoulder. As for Lois herself, she’s still somewhat damp and visibly grumpy about it. Her sigh is explosive as she runs a hand through her hair.]

Kidnapping, fine. Another day in my life. Alternate universes? They’re not so much my thing. I try to leave that to the heroes. Murder and mayhem are plenty for headlines.

[Lois rolls her eyes as she says the latter. Despite the few sentences, she manages to convey even more information, even subconsciously: her face and tone are expressive. Exasperation, impatience, and the voice of experience shine through. So too does her underlying concern, though. She is absently twisting some hair around a finger. Her engagement and wedding rings glint as she does.]

Lois Lane, Daily Planet, if anyone’s heard of it.

The last time I ran into an alternate world, at least it was someone’s… misguided attempt at a paradise. Nice enough place, but even that ended in a fight. One day I’d like to get a freaking vacation with one of these things.

[Pause.]

So… are there any competent newspapers around this place?

[So much for wanting a vacation.]

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[He stares for a moment and then huffs, crossing his arms over his chest.]

Ouch. I did, thank you very much.

I didn't realize you'd even have time to pick it up.

[Not that she can cast stones. Her cooking is infamous.]

It's amazing what can happen when you have a little spare. Not amazing, but hey, not hard to cook meat, right?

I made a pretty mean beef bourgignon once. [Once.]

Yeah? Think you can make it again? No beef here, but there's similar.

I'm sure something could be whipped up. [By making Clark do it, before she poisons someone.]

[Aw c'mon he's like, half Kryptonian so it won't do him much damage.]

Sweet!

[If there is a way to poison Kryptonians without magic or green K, Lois could probably find it.]

I'll let you know when.

[Don't let him know that or he'll just never go near you.]

Well, you can call me up on this or uh, I'm sure there's other ways.

[Clark's survived thus far?

Lois restricts herself to a small smile.] I'm sure I can find a way to get in touch.

[There's some hope!]

Well, then I'm looking forward to it!