She gets a call at midnight that night. "Scherbatsky, what are you doing? I'm sending a car for you."

"What? What? What? Barney, it's midnight."

"Come on. I need your help." So somehow, she is at his office at midnight, looking over blueprints of the office next door. "What do you think?"

"Was your lifelong goal to become Lex Luthor?"

"Trust me, Butterfield is not Superman. Or Clark Kent. He's more of a Jimmy."

"You know, I could be like Lois Lane."

"Lois Lane was from Kansas, not Canada. But I can see where you would get the two confused."