Title: The Spatula
A/N: Fluff. OOC? You make that call.
It was a cool summer day when Lois had gotten up early to make some breakfast for the Kent's. After the last time she cooked, she decided to take a few cooking classed at the community college. Burning bacon once was humiliating and she did not an encore presentation. Lois was stirring the pancake mix when she heard Shelby come into the kitchen. She sneezed and glares at Shelby, who sat by Lois' feet.
"Cute," Lois said to the dog, as she resumed stirring the batter. After a minute of silence, Lois turned on the radio, and started to dance to Dancing with Myself by Billy Idol. Shelby gave out a bark and Lois stopped dancing.
"What are you barking at? I'm not that bad of a dancer."
Shelby looked at Lois with a blank stare. "It says dancing with myself, which is what I'm doing, if you haven't noticed," Lois said as she gave Shelby a pointed look. Shelby ran out of the kitchen whining.
"That's more like it," Lois muttered to herself as she resumed dancing.
Clark woke up to Billy Idol and Shelby licking his face. He sat up in confusion. "Shelby, what's wrong?"
The golden retriever let out a wine as Clark got up to followed Shelby into kitchen.
Lois was singing, not paying attention to anything except the pancakes. She flipped it over, and pulled out a plate to stack the pancakes on, singing along loudly.
"Oh oh oh dancing with myself
Oh oh oh dancing with myself"
Lois was dancing again, as she picked up the pan and slid the pancake into the plate.
Clark moved over to the island, as he watched Lois resume dancing. Shelby moved towards Lois, informing Clark that Lois' dancing was the problem.
He just stood their amused, watching her multi-task, until he smelled something burning. Clark looked over to the stove where the pancakes were burning.
He made his way towards the stove and placed his hand on the cook's shoulder, not wanting to startle her. Lois stopped dancing and intensively turned around and slapped Clark in the face with the only weapon she had—the metal spatula. Her eyes widened as she realized what she just did.
Clark looked at Lois surprised. "Did I just get slapped by a spatula?" he asked no one in particular.
"Clark, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to hit you, it's just I acted on instinct and—"
"Lois, it's okay. Really," Clark interjected, rubbing his face.
"Clark, I just slapped you with a hot spatula! Now you have a mark on you cheek" Lois said rapidly, getting a cool, wet towel to put on his face. When she turned around, she noticed the mark was gone.
"Clark, what happened to the mark on your cheek?" Lois questioned.
"What do you mean?" Clark said, trying to act dumb in hopes that she would drop the conversation.
"I hit you with a hot spatula. You had a bright mark on you cheek before I turned around and not it's not there."
"Um…"
Unknown to the two of them, Martha and Jonathan had watched the scene unfold from the living room.
"Well, there's a first," Martha said smiling, as Jonathan followed her into the kitchen chuckling, to interfere with their conversation.
Fin