Lex sipped at his scotch once he took a pause from typing at his computer.
He tucked his upper lip underneath itself to savor the bitter flavor of the
liquor then placing the glass back down he continued typing, until he was
interrupted by a knock at the tall wooden doors of his study.
"Yes?" Lex asked, still typing yet somewhat annoyed.
"A Clark Kent is here to see you, sir," a feeble voice of an old woman sounded through the door.
"Show him in."
Clerk entered the long study with a bright smile on his face.
"Hello Clark, what brings you up to my humble abode?" Lex stood, folding his laptop up and making way for the front of his desk to lean, placing his hands in his pockets absentmindedly.
"Hey Lex, I just came to tell you that I dropped off the produce in the kitchen already and wondering--if you could give me any ideas on what to get my mom for her birthday."
"Well.Clark, what would a great mother want from a great son?"
"I already asked myself that," Clark said, taking a lean against Lex's desk with him, folding his arms over his chest.
"Okay, then get her something creative and meaningful that only you and her would know the meaning of, and, of course, it has to come from the heart," Lex told Clark with some actually deep sentiment behind his words, as if he was speaking of his mother.
"Thanks Lex. I knew I could count on you for help." Clark beamed.
"Anytime."
Clark nodded and smiled broadly, making way for the door.
"Hey Kent, when's the party?" Lex called.
"Tomorrow," Clark said as he shut the door of the study.
"Clark, did you take the produce to Lex today?" Clark's father, Jonathon, called out to Clark from the cow feeding pen.
"Yeah, I just did, Dad. Need some help?" Clark said, exiting the blue pickup, heading over to the fenced off pen.
"Nope, I'm almost done, just one more bail to fill." Clark came up and leaned forward on the fence, casually putting one foot up.
"So, have you gotten anything for your mother yet?" Jonathon asked with a quieter tone.
"I can't think of what to get her. I mean, what would a great mom want from a great son?" Clark quoted Lex, "no arrogance intended."
"Why don't you ask Lex?" Jonathon said, pointing to a speedy vehicle making its way up the rural passage of a driveway.
"I already did." Clark said, turning to go see what Lex was here for.
"Yes?" Lex asked, still typing yet somewhat annoyed.
"A Clark Kent is here to see you, sir," a feeble voice of an old woman sounded through the door.
"Show him in."
Clerk entered the long study with a bright smile on his face.
"Hello Clark, what brings you up to my humble abode?" Lex stood, folding his laptop up and making way for the front of his desk to lean, placing his hands in his pockets absentmindedly.
"Hey Lex, I just came to tell you that I dropped off the produce in the kitchen already and wondering--if you could give me any ideas on what to get my mom for her birthday."
"Well.Clark, what would a great mother want from a great son?"
"I already asked myself that," Clark said, taking a lean against Lex's desk with him, folding his arms over his chest.
"Okay, then get her something creative and meaningful that only you and her would know the meaning of, and, of course, it has to come from the heart," Lex told Clark with some actually deep sentiment behind his words, as if he was speaking of his mother.
"Thanks Lex. I knew I could count on you for help." Clark beamed.
"Anytime."
Clark nodded and smiled broadly, making way for the door.
"Hey Kent, when's the party?" Lex called.
"Tomorrow," Clark said as he shut the door of the study.
"Clark, did you take the produce to Lex today?" Clark's father, Jonathon, called out to Clark from the cow feeding pen.
"Yeah, I just did, Dad. Need some help?" Clark said, exiting the blue pickup, heading over to the fenced off pen.
"Nope, I'm almost done, just one more bail to fill." Clark came up and leaned forward on the fence, casually putting one foot up.
"So, have you gotten anything for your mother yet?" Jonathon asked with a quieter tone.
"I can't think of what to get her. I mean, what would a great mom want from a great son?" Clark quoted Lex, "no arrogance intended."
"Why don't you ask Lex?" Jonathon said, pointing to a speedy vehicle making its way up the rural passage of a driveway.
"I already did." Clark said, turning to go see what Lex was here for.