"Oh, I almost forgot," Clark said. "Hand over your rings."

"Oh, right," she said, taking off her wedding and engagement rings. "You don't think Glen noticed, do you? Brian and LeAnn are single after all."

"He would've probably said something. He doesn't strike me as being too observant and not many people notice things like that unless they're scouting for a date."

"Yeah," she said absent-mindedly as she was trying to figure out where to stash her rings. She hadn't brought a pocketbook and her dress didn't have any pockets.

"I'll take it," he said and he put them in his coat pocket with his own ring. "They can keep each other company.

She rolled her eyes as they stepped off the elevator and into the lobby. The hotel restaurant was in plain view. It was a fancy place. Glen waved them over to his table.

"I hope you don't mind," Glen said, "but I took the liberty of ordering."

"We don't mind," Clark said. "We appreciate it."

"I ordered squid," he said casually like everyone in the world liked it.

Clark swallowed hard and looked a little sick when he went to sit down. Lois wasn't much better.

"So let's talk about Duchess Cosmetics," Glen said.

"We really don't want to talk business," Clark said.

Glen looked confused. "Why else did you think I invited you to dinner? Now I'm willing to go into a partnership with you two. You're bright, young kids. A lot of people have their eye on it and if we combine resources, I think we'll get it. Now here's what we'll do…"

Clark and Lois didn't pay much attention after that because he started using a bunch of business jargon. They were almost relieved when the squid got there, almost but not quite.

"I ordered us some white wine," Glen said. "I've found nothing goes better with squid."

Although the squid had been cooked, it still looked like a squid with its 10 arms and tentacles still intact. It was a small one, a perfect fit onto the plate, and it had bread to go along with it. Clark looked like he was going to start gagging. He didn't even have the nerve to lift his fork. Lois had picked up her fork and prodded the creature with it.

"I assure you it's quite dead," Glen laughed.

Lois looked up at the man with snow white hair and twinkling blue eyes, whose tanned creases made him look all the more jolly, deceptive of his true character. "Thank you for clearing that up," she snarked back.

Glen, not phased, chuckled and moved through his squid with a disgusting gusto. Clark and Lois ate their rolls, but Clark didn't finish his. Partly because he'd ate at the reception and partly because the squid was making him feel nauseous.

When Glen finished, he leaned back and patted his stomach with a satisfied sigh. He looked surprised when he saw that they hadn't touched their squid. "What? Not hungry?"

"Jet lag," Lois explained.

"Oh, I'm so sorry and here I've been rambling on about business. You two go get some rest."

Clark and Lois looked relieved and stood up to go.

"You will think about my proposal, won't you?" Glen asked.

"Sure, we'll think about it," Clark agreed, and he and Lois dashed out as fast as they could.

They sighed when they got behind the closed door. "I thought we were never going to get out of there," Lois said, wrapping her arms around Clark.

"What are we going to do about that proposal?" he asked. "We can't go into a partnership with him. How are we going to keep up this masquerade?"

"We'll put him off until he decides to buy it on his own and he'll be none the wiser. Now let's not worry about Glen anymore," she said coyly, reaching into his pocket and putting their rings back on and then throwing his jacket in the floor.

"Glen who?" he asked, pulling her in for a passionate kiss.

Just as Clark and Lois started getting intimate, there was the sound of shattering glass. Clark had dropped Lois to the floor and sheltered her just in time. A bullet hole was in the wall, right in line with where Lois' head had been only moments before.