Lois had woken up earlier than she had wanted to, especially after the lack of sleep over the past week, but after getting Kon to agree to breakfast the night before, she hadn’t wanted to be walking around Clark’s apartment in only a plaid shirt. It was one thing to do that to Clark, but the teenager didn’t need to be caught up in whatever battle of wills was currently happening between the two adults. So she’d woken up early and showered before changing back into her jeans from yesterday and snagging another shirt of Clark’s to wear until she went to get ready for their trip to the beach.
Currently she was flitting around the apartment, looking under and over everything as she searched for her tennis shoes. “I don’t know where I put my shoes. Have you seen my shoes?” she called out, not bothering to actually locate wherever Clark was. He did have super hearing. He should be able to hear her voice even if he was in the bathroom. “This is why shoe racks are important.” So Lois didn’t just drop her shoes in random places on the floor and then lose them under couches, beds, or other insane places. Once a pair had made it behind the fridge at the Talon.
The knock on the door caused Lois to pause in her search and she hurried over, figuring no one besides Kon would show up at Clark’s door that early in the morning.. Opening it she saw the downtrodden looking teen and offered him a bright smile. “It’s just breakfast, Kon,” Lois told him, taking hold of his arm to try and pull him into the apartment. “Smile. This isn’t your last meal before execution or anything.”