She smiled at Bart, leaning her elbow on the table and then her chin on her hand. Listening to him ramble on about Clark and his pie was like therapy in a way. She again felt that little flutter in her heart that probably shouldn't be there. As far as she knew, he was still a minor, just a kid who she shouldn't have a crush on.
He was just too adorable for his own good.
"Ya know, you really should eat that cookie before I start to feel insulted," she teased.