Sheila gave a playful grin. She couldn't help it, after the restraint from before. "Passing on winter, plants with a mother - you don't have a creepy boyfriend, do you?" Her tone was pure teasing - as much as Sheila believed in her myths and fantasy, applying them like this was only meant as a joke. "Maybe you're not Clark after all."
She followed Sarah in, looking around before heading towards a book stand. "Consider yourself warned, this time around."