Lois Lane (i_report) wrote in lost_world, @ 2015-05-31 14:49:00 |
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Entry tags: | !status: complete, clark kent, lois lane |
Midnight snacks (Clark)
The sizzle of the buttered slice of bread was like music to her ears. Lois smiled at herself and emitted a pleased sigh. The smell of the cooking bread was making her stomach rumble. She had forgotten to grab dinner earlier during the appropriately designated hours, too caught up in investigating and tracking what little leads she had uncovered. That was typical, though, missing a meal or two while she was on the hunt. Like a hound dog on a fox scent. It wasn't uncommon for her to get little to no sleep as well. Sometimes her mind ran her in circles, food helped her focus and she couldn't deny herself anymore. Not at this hour with nothing really to do.
So she had crept out of her room, down the dark hallways and had found the kitchen. Lois had helped herself to a few things and after a bit of searching she had all of the ingredients that she wanted. Why she was craving grilled cheese, she wasn't sure, but she was and so she would make it. It smelled delightful. The very idea of the oozing cheese over the toasted bread was making her stomach growl again.
Biting at her bottom lip in efforts to stifle the rumble in her stomach, Lois laughed softly to herself. It was a rare moment that she cooked, but she wasn't too bad at it. She was used to eating by herself, too, in the dark later nights to early evenings at her apartment. Most of the time it was takeout from that crummy Chinese place on the corner, or that greasy pizza shop on the way from work.
This seemed like a delicacy compared to everything else here, though. Mostly because she knew it to be true and authentic. She had made it herself and she was proud of it.
She didn't care that she was standing in the kitchen of a resort on some weird alien island, in a thin robe that covered what she had pulled on to sleep in. There had been no apron that she had seen or she would have grabbed one. She would make due. It wasn't like these were her clothes anyway, what would a bit of grease hurt on fabric that she had no attatchment to?
Lois hummed as she finished up her late-night dinner. She pressed the flat end of a spatula beneath the cooking bread and flipped it over. A sizzle greeted her and she smiled wide. It was almost done.