Lois chuckled. "Sounds like this guy likes to dance. And flowers are good," That was definitely a good start.
Her eyebrow rose, "Sweetie, I'm a journalist - I can smell editorializing a mile away. Spill."
She smirked. "Seriously, I'm not Clark. Do you have any idea what I was up to at your age? You cannot shock me, do your worst." Lois wondered what Kara would have thought about what she'd been doing when she was even younger than her.