Lois dropped the towel on the counter–the one she’d been using to wave the smoke away. Meanwhile, Clark successfully swooped out the scorched mess. A small blow to the good ol’ ego. More than likely she’d misread the preheating temperature, and misread the time it should have been in there. But hey, they had enough ingredients for a second go-around didn’t they? The sudden surge of inspiration to write would have to wait. Though evidence of her messy creative process could be seen strewn around the dining room table. She smiled sheepishly at her husband, her hand on her cheek with slight embarrassment.
“Yeah, yeah…. I know. I’ll give you this win, Kansas. I’m distracted.” she chuckled, leaning her back to the side of the counter. The carcass of what remained in the tin lay flat with sunken craters resembling a moon. Lois poked at it with a giant spoon. “You think it’ll pass art?” she raised her eyebrow slightly, humoring him.
“Wait, hold the phone. The Lois Lane is taking a loss? Breaking News!” Clark teased, his eyes wide with shock at his wife. “I think this might even make the front page, dear. Aren’t ya proud of me?” His teasing went even further as he moved closer, planting a sweet kiss on her cheek.
“It’s definitely something, and I think we can definitely call it art. Should we send a picture to Ma?” Clark knew she’d find it humorous, as he was a horrible baker growing up, and he was just getting a handle on more complex dishes and desserts in the kitchen.
Cisco backup 