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| Clark Kent | P3, a club that's gaining notoriety. Sometimes the Daily Planet will emphasize the Planet part of the paper, and they'll send reporters outside of metropolis. That's how word of P3 made it to Perry's desk. And from Perry's desk to Clark Kent's. He takes the assignments and makes arrangements with the club owner, Piper Halliwell. This is why Clark Kent stands outside P3s door. It's Summer so he tried to go with something a little brighter. The results are probably mixed. Wearing a light tan suit with a simple white button up shirt and a red and black diagonal striped tie to top it off. In a very trendy place, Clark will stick out like a sore thumb, even if the place was crowded. Right now, it's not. Staff and people to get P3 ready for the coming day are moving about. Clark will take a few steps inside. Dull blue eyes behind thick, black rimmed glasses tries to peer around. Staff go by here, and there, if someone's sizing him up, the man is awkward. Like someone that's very timid and they really shouldn't be. When Piper comes out, Clark flashes a big smile. "Hello, Piper. Clark Kent, we spoke on the phone." He goes in for a handshake, but then puts both arms for a hug. "Uh-Umm. Hugger or shaker?" And if she shakes the hand the grip is firm. If she takes the hug, it's warm, maybe even comforting like a warm fire on a very cold day. "Where shall we go," and he raises an arm to let her take lead as to where they will sit. |
| Piper Halliwell | Having worked hard to garner good reviews on all types of platforms, P3 is at a cusp in its marketing campaign. It's well known and beloved by its regular patrons, but those aren't that many to truly sustain growth, so more outreach is needed. What better way than having a little feature in a well known newspaper? Naturally, this meant that Piper was a bit of a mess this morning. Busy trying to go over what she wanted to highlight in her head, while also prepping new dishes for the tasting menu as the menu remains seasonal. When she comes out, she greets the reporter with a warm smile. Dressed in a simple floral patterned button down blouse and a pair of dark jeans, she's going for something light and casual, and as she looks at the handshake, she then is surprised by the wide open embrace. Who wouldn't want to embrace the Man of Steel even in his civilian outfit? "OOomph! Both, but it depends on context. "And you're pretty solid for a reporter. How many days do you go to the gym?" |
| Clark Kent | A blush fills Clark's face as he sometimes forgets about his solidness. "I discovered crossfit," he says sheepishly. "Plus, the gym is twenty four hours," so bonus to his cover story. "Where shall we sit?" he asks with pen in hand and notepad. Clark will wait to be lead to wherever Piper would prefer this interview to happen. Clark will begin with the questions, "What was your inspiration for the club? Why did you want to start one? I mean you're a very decorated chef. Must would think the transition would be restaurant and not club." Clark has done his homework on Piper. "Just saying you went against the grain and you're succeeding, possibly better than your peers that went with the grain." |
| Piper Halliwell | "You're not one of those crossfit evangelicals who is going to be like, 'Oh, you should check out crossfit!'" There's a soft and impish giggle afterwards, as she notices the blush and motions towards one of the larger booths considering his size. "I'd say over here. Do you want a drink? Pick anything on the menu! And of course, I have our new tasting menu that I'm super excited about." When they finally take a seat, she hrmms for a few moments. "I was originally just a sous chef working 24/7 and not getting anywhere really. I knew I wanted a restaurant of my own one day. My younger sister wanted a place to hang out, and well, my elder sister... she's just there." she says with a laugh. "So after this place came up on sale, they thought it'd be a great idea to put in a bid. Low and behold, we got it! And now I'm here. And I'm hardly decorated." She only has ONE Michelin star after all. "And it looks like you've done your research. Have you visited us before?" |
| Clark Kent | Clark waves a dismissive hand, "I'm not a Crossfit Jesus. Everyone needs to go with what works for them. This works for me," Clark giggles a little himself. "I don't drink when I'm on the clock Miss Halliell. Water. Diet soda, whatever you have," he says honestly. Off the clock, he may take her up on that. "Yes. Phoebe and Prue, right?" when she brings up the sisters, he lists them. "You look absolutely fine, Miss Halliwell. Something light, airy, summery," then he pauses as talk of a Michelin comes up. "Oh." He pauses for a moment, a blush runs through that face again. He takes a moment to compose, "Ah-hem. Excuse me," he tries to brush off that faupax. "It takes places several years to get those stars and you have your first in a very short time. Many would kill to be in that position, metaphorically speaking," he says continuing to write things down as he talks. "First time Miss Halliwell, I just do my research." He thinks on it. "Why P3? Numerology it brings up luck. The symbology with the triangle," he says as if it is nothing. Setting down the pen and paper, "Off the record, a little while back I had a long talk with a man by the name of Dresden. We were in a New York bar. He went on a lot of things, and I remember him bringing up triangles. That lead me to numerology Even called himself a wizard. 'The only wizard in the phonebook.'". I'm sorry if I offended," Clark isn't sure if they're the type to be offended or complimented by these topics. |
| Piper Halliwell | Of course, she isn't going to mention how one of the elders just happened to be a Michellin juror, but she just smiles brightly at that, still proud of her star. "Now I'm aiming for a James Beard, but I can just say that I've been extremely blessed to have such a thing, you know? Someone's looking out for me..." she isn't a Charmed One for a reason. "The answer is a little bit more simple as to why we chose P3." Cause it's the Power of Three. "Prue, Piper, and Phoebe." WIth that, she flashes her pearly whites so he can figure out what P3 means. "It's a club that's technically owned by the three of us, soooo..." The mention of Dresden causes her to quirk a brow, considering she's familiar with the man and they travel in the same circles. "No offense taken. You're right though about the symbology of the triangle. I remember an architect friend of mine saying that the triangle is the strongest shape too. You could say it's because the power of three." That's said with a wink and a silly little smile. |
| Clark Kent | "That's ambitious," Clarks says in awe. He's heard about Beard from the Planet's critic. So, he knows James Beard is a big deal, but he's clueless as to why. "Maybe you're just blessed?" he asks. "Ahhh. You give your sister's a lot of credit. You normally don't hear of those family values in a starting business. That's commendable," Clark's hand continues to go over the notepad. He flashes his own smile in response to her. "Oh!" Does Clark believe that answer? No. Too many friends in his other jobs that work in all manner spooky. However, he thought Piper is either minor, a good one or both. "I'd send that architect a drink or three," he grins at Piper. "What do you want people to know about P3. If you were writing this, what would you tell the people?" Clark poses an open-ended question. That's usually a stinger for an interview. |
| Piper Halliwell | What would she want people to know about P3? PUrsing her lips, she taps her fingers on the table for a few moments. "We're not just a hip and trendy club." Piper says rather matter of factly. "We have live acts almost every night, and some of them have become up and comers. We've even had more established bands come here and perform a sets throughout the night. For those nights, there's more of a cover charge, but other nights is just regular cover." Which isn't that expensive, given the circumstances. "We're always looking for bright and ambitious people to join us from hostesses to promoters to even bartenders. We can get pretty busy, so more staff would be helpful sometimes." she says with a nervous chuckle. Did she just reveal too much there? Who knows? "And finally, my younger sister Phoebe is totally looking for a man." a beat. "She wanted that in there." For srs. |
| Clark Kent | That pen continues to go across the writing pad and he's keeping up fairly well. He'll nod to various points about the different cover charge, what they're looking for, and the cliental. That last part causes his pen to run off the pad and he jolts. If Clark had a drink in his mouth, there would have been a spit take. "You actually want me to put in Phoebe's woes in a nationally distributed paper? I mean, it could help her single plight," Clark makes sure Piper understands the ramifications here. |
| Piper Halliwell | "She wants the market to know she's available." Piper says with a hearty laugh. "It was her idea, not mine. I would be mortified if the country knew I was single." But then again, she is a relatively private individual. |
| Clark Kent | "Okay then," Clark's eyebrows go up, but he finishes up that sentence. "I wouldn't want all that attention, that's intense," he admits and then will put away the pad. "I may take you up on one of those drinks, Miss Halliwell," Clark looks at her for a moment. "Unless there's more you want to add," Clark is serious about the rule about drinking on the job. However, places, and people, have rituals. So, he will take the drink, even if it's to save face. |
| Piper Halliwell | "That's pretty much all there is. And ooooh, you want to try our latest drink series, The Potion Flight. It has a potion of liquid courage, love potion number nine, and other things." Of course, she would have something like that considering she's the potion mistress of the three. Piper raises her brows to see if he's willing to try it out. "And I'll bring out some of the new dishes as well. On the house." |
| Clark Kent | Clark nods for a moment. "Maybe one, or two of those. What are the best sellers?" Clark asks as it may help to sample the wears, too. He just doesn't like to get drunk. Well, that's the story. Liquor doesn't effect Clark too much, if at all. "You sure? I can pay," he offers happily. Clark's more than willing to do that. They are still a new business afterall. Sitting in the booth Clark will just look around. He's taking in the atmosphere when it's quite. Get a feel for the innards to the club. "Do I need to put the dating status to your other sister in the article?" Clark attempts to make a joke here when Piper comes back. |
| Piper Halliwell | And off she goes to prepare the potion flight. She comes back carrying tray of five bubbling glasses, having added some dry ice to add to the spooky effect. "Here you go, Mister Kent." Piper says, setting it down, before setting down a little appetizer set. "And Prue would kill me if that ever came out. Besides, she's got this 'will they or wont they' thing going on with a former boyfriend of hers." she says, referring to the cop, Andy. "But onto more important stuff! Here we have our arancini balls with a vodka sauce, gochugang bbq chicken wings, and our Tex-Mex eggrolls." |
| Clark Kent | "Is there an order for the drinks?" Clark asks as the group of five are spread out. He eyes the bubbling effect with a sense of wonder for a moment. "Her secret is safe with me then. And I'm going public with Prue's notsosecret secret." Clark gives a nod about the cop. "How does it feel to be back in a kitchen. Well, a kitchen you now control, presumably," Clark didn't know how the ship is steered. He looks over those arancini balls. First, he'll take the first bite. The eyes close as he tries to focus on the flavor. Cheese bursts in his mouth and being a midwesterner, this is definitely a good thing. The first ball is quickly done away with. The way Clark's hand snakes forward to grab a second may please Piper. "What is your story, off the record? You mentioned a single life being kept private, but other aspects of your life public. You're a juxtaposition," he says with a smile. "This isn't a bad thing. Just creates an aura of mystery to you." |
| Piper Halliwell | "Why, does my air of mystery intrigue you?" Piper asks teasingly, waggling her brows, before letting out another mirthful giggle. "I am the executive chef. It wouldn't be fun to NOT be exec chef of a restaurant you co-own." she continues with a flash of her pearly whites. "And for the drinks, always start with liquid courage. It's what gets you loosened up to chat people up." And it's also the highest proof drink amongst the flight. "And off the record? I'm a witch." Is she kidding? Who knows. |
| Clark Kent | "Not many people are a juxtaposition. Either they're all secretive or all open. It's not often you see the midpoint," Clark extends a hand to snag that liquid courage. Bringing the drink to his lips, the burn isn't there unless it's magically laced. However, the taste is something he feels. Clark gives a nod and acts like his body is loosening up. This is a line he rarely stradles, trying to look tipsy. Clark hunches over a lot. Standing up straight almost changes the body signal he puts out there. So, it's important to stradle this line as best as possible. "Who would you hire to that job?" Clark poses and smiles back at her. Setting the drink aside he points to the glasses, unsure what one goes next. "You mean like Pagan and Wiccan? Nothing wrong with that," Clark continues as if he's still a skeptic. He believes Piper walks similar circles as Zee and Dresden. |
| Piper Halliwell | "I try to live my life as balanced as I can." a beat. "I am the middle child." Piper offers with a warm smile. At the mention of the flight, she looks, "Wellll, if you're feeling really courageous, there's always Love Potion No. 9." A sweet fruity drink that packs a punch considering it's made with Everclear. "Or you can go for something more classic, like the Potion of Class." Which is simply a dry martini, shaken not stirred. "And for which job? Executive chef if I wasn't it?" Hrmming for a few moments. "My aesthetic is definitely more classic Italian, so someone like Emeril." Yes, that would be her dream chef. "And Wiccan. You know, the reed and all that. It's a good way to live. Basically don't do anything to others that you wouldn't want done to you threefold. If only people could live this way, we'd be in a nicer society." |
| Clark Kent | "So, Prue is the one that's open?" Clark puts the pieces together of who is on what side of that spectrum. There's a pause as he looks between the two drinks and goes for Class. "Love potion might make me really drunk," he conffesses. Knocking back the drink, Clark goes "Ahhh." "Well, if you become successful enough. You might have him begging for it," Clark tries to believe in the bright side of situations. "Much like Karma, but with spell work?" Clark questions as he hasn't really studied Wiccan. He thinks there is still something to Piper, but far less than he expects. In other words, he might underestimate Piper now. "I just try to live by the Golden Rule, Karma, whatever you call it. And I'm clumsy. So, I try to make up for all the times I trip," he confesses. He'll offer Piper a cheese ball before going for the third. "I really should work on the other dish, but I'm a farm boy. Simple things like cheese, apple pie, a grill," he admits to having simple tastes. Even if Clark doesn't need food, he still has his favorites. |
| Piper Halliwell | "Prue is the most private of us three. She's guarded because our mom died when we were young. I think she was probably traumatized the most because of it." Piper says with a bit of a sad tone in her voice. "But I don't mean to ruin the mood, so don't worry about that!" she says with another chuckle. At the offer, she hrmms, "You know I've been tasting these all day, right?" she says with a silly little grin before she takes the offered ball and nibbles on it. They're bite sized and all that. "Karma, le, it's all the same, right? The nice thing about the Wiccan reed is that it almost incentivized generosity, considering you get it back threefold. And of course, no spellwork for personal gain." Then she catches herself and glances about furtively. "You know, assuming that sort of stuff is real." |
| Clark Kent | "I lost my parents, too. I know that pain and I'm so sorry," he reaches a hand offers a small squeeze if she needs it. The heaviness in his voice, the look in his eye, Clark knows that pain personally. "True...but I...umm. I was taught to be courteous," he knows she probably eats them all the time. Just the kindness coming out. He would have offered anyone on the other side of him some food. "Maybe? Maybe not? There might be subtle differences," Clark says with uncertainty. He looks at Piper, "I know you believe it's real. Maybe more, I'm not going to look down at any for lifestyle, faith and anything like that as long as it hurts anyone," part of him wanted to say more. However, he won't. Clark goes to grab one of the other drinks, not love potion. "What's this one?" he asks. After the explanation he'll down it. "I think that's it for me," he says swaying just a little bit. Although, it may not look quite right. Hard to say why. |
| Piper Halliwell | The taking of her hand catches her by surprise, and it's her turn to blush for a few moments. Forcing a smile on her lips, she nods, "It's okay. It was a long time ago, and I've had time to process my pain and grief." "And you really are a cornfed kinda boy. My mom would've liked you. My dad was like that from what I recall." Though he's more than a bit estranged for now. "Everything has nuance, so most assuredly there are subtle differences. I'm just too dumb to catch them." she says somewhat self-depricatingly before looking at the flight. "That one is the 'Gives You Wings' cocktail." Essentially, a stronger version of a Red Bull/Vodka, but with a slight mango and citrus hint to it! Once he downs it, she hrmms for a few moments, looking a little dubious. "You sure drank a LOT in a little time. Those were all really high proof drinks. You might feel it soon." she says, sounding worried. Will she need to call an ambulance for a stomach pump? Or maybe pay the janitor extra for cleaning -before- the club opens to the public? |
| Clark Kent | "But the pain never fully goes away," Clark says softly as he knows about that kind of grief. "Kansas, born and raised," Clark says with civil pride just oozing in that. "I worked, and lived, on a farm. I can't get anymore cornfed than that," he grins at that. "I'm sure you're not that dense, Piper," he nods to her. "And you have many good qualities. Don't be so hard on yourself," and then her next words making him stop. "I...should go," he says and sways a little bit. Again, looking a little stiff or off. "A pleasure,' Clark's voice doesn't sound that drunk. He moves out of P3. She may not be able to catch his exit. However, he'll see a sight. Clark has knocked down a woman with a thing of grocery. She catches it -right- when it happens. As that happens a car blows through a crosswalk. The person rises and starts to yell at Clark. |
| Piper Halliwell | "Are you sure? I mean you drank a LOT in such a short time..." Still, she knows better than to insist someone stay when they're clearly wanting to get away. There might be more than one reason as to why. So she watches him leave, perhaps looking at some assets more than others before she catches Miranda, one of her employees with multiple bags of groceries. When things are about to topple over, she lets out a yelp and everything just -FREEZES- More of a panic button use in this case means her fine control isn't there as everything surrounding the club is frozen in time, or at least, it's moving at an infinitesmally slow rate to might as well be frozen in time. Still, she sees the groceries move on their own in a blur and squints for a few moments and she just huhs, scratching the back of her head. "Did..didn't it fall? What?!?" she says, flailing her arms, completely unaware she still froze half a block. |
| Clark Kent | Everything freezes, well goes slow. Incredibly slow. Piper can see how it's all frozen with Clark. There is no way he tripped at just the right time, to save someone from getting hit by a car. Those are lottery level odds, maybe higher. Whatever suspicions she has, may be increased. Clark can't really move in this moment. But his eyes, can move in more of a real time. Too bad Piper misses this. Either way, Clark Kent is either barely drunk or not drunk. And he's not a high functioning alcoholic. When the interview started, alcohol's presence is non-existent. Guess someone else may have questions when time starts. |
| Piper Halliwell | Squinting for a few moments, she just stares at the scene in front of her for a few moments. It helps that she has a good vantage point, but then she remembers things. Ahem, she does what she can to ruffle up her blouse as if she's surpsied that there was going to be a potential accident, before sitting back down in the seat. She can't move that fast, nor are her reflexes that amazing. All this can be seen at least in peripheral vision of Clark. After sitting down, she takes a deep breath, "OKay, in three... two... one..." and she gestures with both hands towards the two in front of her and everything moves back to normal. ZIP ZORP. |
| Clark Kent | When everything goes back to normal, the yelling continues. Clark pauses as he has a choice. Risk something big, to get some information he needed. Or pretend like nothing happened. Clark sighs and turns back into P3. While he's still hunched over, Clark is clearly not drunk. Sitting at the booth, "Take me some place private and you trust. I know your trick," he speaks the words low. "And you suspect me," he admits knowing they have each other in a standoff. |
| Piper Halliwell | Any suspicions she may have had are confirmed by the length of time it took for him to recover from the alcohol. When he sits in the booth in front of her, she gulps, offering a nervous little chuckle, before she looks towards the back office of the club. "Just don't try anything fancy now." Piper says, not quite sure what she got herself into. He seems far too nice and earnest to be a warlock, but she's been fooled before. |
| Clark Kent | "I promise. Nothing fancy," Clark says as they move toward the back office. "This is -our- secret," he makes sure to emphasis just the two of them. He doesn't want this going out to many people. Her sisters are unknown factors. When they make it to the office Clark will stand and wait for Piper to get comfortable. Taking his glasses off, the eyes close and he tosses them at Piper, a simple soft underhand. Sky blue eyes look at her when he opens them. The glasses? Part of a ruse. Those eyes are clearly not a dull blue. Finger undo the tie and work down the shirt. After he gets halfway, the shirt opens up. A red "S" stares back at Piper. Clark Kent is Superman and he's staring right at Piper, "And I have more questions, Miss Halliwell." He tries to button the shirt back up, if Piper allows. |
| Piper Halliwell | Woah! What did she get herself into?!? With the eyes changing color, she does get a little more intrigued, but as he starts to undo his shirt, she flails, "WOAH WOAH WOAH WOAH!?!?!?!?" Flailing her arms about, she nosescrunches and closes her eyes, until she realizes he really isn't undressing in front of her, but showing that giant red "S" on his shirt. It's a good thing she's already seated on her desk or she would be falling back for now. "S-superman?!?" Her mind races, "No way!!!! We're fans!" Cause what red blooded woman wouldn't be a fan of a handsome muscular superhero? |
| Clark Kent | And just in case there's any doubt, he moves to the desk. Reaching down, he starts to lift it one handed like it's a coardboard box. Not too high, but enough to solidify it. Setting the desk down. "Thank you for being a fan, can I have my glasses back Miss Halliwell?" and he extends the hand to take the glasses back. "And I know you're a witch. If not a witch, magically inclined," Clark lets her know his suspicions. "I, as a person, do have more questions. Specifically in the magical subject matter," he gives a soft and confident smile. "If you don't mind?" |
| Piper Halliwell | Handing back the glasses, Piper grins toothily as she waggles her brows, "Not just /a/ witch. But a -CHARMED ONE-." What does that mean exactly for someone not so magically inclined. "It means we're like superpowerful witches, allegedly anyway. But it also means I have a demon threat trying to kill me every week." On Thursdays at 8 pm EST/7 pm CST. "But my sisters and I manage, so I'm just glad I don't have to blow you up!" Yes, because that would be bad. Oh so very bad. Piper looks at him flex as he lifts the desk and she gulps a little, nodding. "I didn't doubt you. I figured you were at least superstrong from your hug." she says with a wink before taking a seat behind the desk and motioning for him to take the seat in front of her. "So, how can I help?" |
| Clark Kent | "Charmed?" Clark questions as he doesn't know the significant of that. His gaze stays on her for a moment. "Well, you have an alley if you ever need one," Clark stops when she mentions blowing him up. Thats a scary thought because he knows that magic is a weakness of his. "I just wanted to be sure.," he'll ut the glasses back on, and there's that blush again. Mentioning the hug. "It's just a hug..." Clearing his throat, Clark focuses. "What do your books tell you about immortality?" and it's a genuine question laced with curiousity. |
| Piper Halliwell | A muscley hunky hug, but she doesn't say that part outloud. Instead, she smiles and nods. "That it's possible and that there's different kinds. Are we talking binding your soul to an object? Becoming an undead like a vampire or a lich? Killing yourself softly with his song to be immune to all disease and poison? What's the flavor of this 'immortality' you speak of? Or are we talking something more like getting dipped in liquid and having an Achilles heel?" Oh goodness, there are a lot of different types of immortality. "Or are we talking about eating something like ambrosia and becoming a god or goddess?" She continues to think of the ways one could be immortal. "Or bathing in the blood of young girls every 50, 40, then 30 years..." ala Lizbeth Bathory. She waves that thought to the sidfe and looks at him, "As you can see there's all sorts of types. That's like asking what do cook books tell you about food?" she teases. |
| Clark Kent | "What does it do to people?" Clark's head about a lot of those. Some of the spirit based ones are new to him. The types continue. There's so so many. "I'm not talking about spirits, bathory baths or anything like that," he tries a different approach. "What does it do to people?" he asks. "I may age. -Very- slowly. Not quite immortality, but hundreds of years is possible. I'm worried," he admits to Piper. An emotion that very few know. "I spoke to an immortal at Mac's," the famous magical spot that serves amazing steak sandwiches. "I've lost track of them since. I wanted to know what it could be like, it is," and his voice is speaking softly with sadness. The kind of sandess people talk about the thought of death. With Clark? it's the thought of living -too- long. |
| Piper Halliwell | "The brain can only carry so much information. From I remember reading, the reason there's renewals is to refresh oneself, you know, like hitting the restart button. Not exactly getting rid of memories, but compartmentalizing." Like defragging a computer, but she doesn't know that term. "Aging slowly isn't that different from immortality at that rate. If you're worried, I can always look up some potions that will help you deal with the massive amounts of information you store in your head. Or we can even get rid of nonimportant ones like I don't know, who was your crush in third grade?" |
| Clark Kent | "My brain may work with larger limits than the human mind. I know I can process, retain and use information much faster," he leans against a wall. "I'm just worried about all the death. The only people I may not outlive are my children, whenver, however that happens. But it's not guaranteed I will. It's only absolute if I have a child toward the tail end of my life," and that's what has him bothered. The passage of time. An odd thought comes to his mind, a pivot from the sadness, "We could always make your siblings jealous. You could always bake me an apple pie and I can get dressed in the blue uniform," she knows what that means. "Two siblings wattaching you have a casual conversation with Superman," he says softly. "I know the middle child often gets overlooked," he offers. Clark's not ignorant to his own popular. Maybe the amount some like him, but not the overall amount. So, he will use it sometimes if it makes people smile. Ususally a quick selfie. |
| Piper Halliwell | "Nothing's wrong with the passage of time. Things fall apart. Entropy is the forward movement of the universe. Besides, don't you want to see your great-great-great-great-great-great-great grandkids?" she offers with a warm smile as if that would be any consolation. "The few long-lived individuals I've met go by different names, if only to ease the passing of time and the loss of loved ones. There are spells that allow you to create a new identity and start from that point if you really wanted." |
| Piper Halliwell | The mention of the uniform and apple pie causes her eyes to widen. "Oh my gosh, can we really do that, because if you're serious I'll make apple pie or an apple brown betty or any apple dish you want!" she says with a squeak of excitement. "And not so much overlooked as having to play mediator between two really strong personalities." |
| Clark Kent | "I know," Clark talks about how things fall apart. "I'd welcome seeing an of them, it would just be a shame without their great, however many times, Grandmother there, too." And that's the heart of it. Clark knows if this is how he ages, he'll see loved ones die. "I'm serious. It's hard to get a good pie outside of Kansas," Clark is definitely partial about his apple pie. "Well, a good apple anything dessert." Then all of the combinations come out. "I'm still a country boy at heart, Miss Halliwell. You can make the one you'd think I'd like the most," Clark offers as some guidance. "Yes, but we can still make them jealous. 'I had drinks with Superman and now I'm making him a pie.' Doesn't have a good ring, but will make them wonder what -you- were doing. " |
| Piper Halliwell | "Well, how about we save that one for later, and you just come over as Clark." she says, seeing how he'll react to the invitation. "I mean, the manor is nice. If you're not allergic, we have Kit, our familiar. She's a nice kitty." Piper says with a shrug of her shoulders. "But... you know, we don't -have- to do that. I'll be fine with Boy Blue visiting the Halliwell manor." she beams. |
| Clark Kent | "I don't have allergies. I could always stay longer in the -blue- uniform. As long as you don't mind me rushing off here, there. The world might need to borrow me for a little bit," he says honestly. And that may be easier becuase Clark does need to make up excuses to ducking out sometimes. "I would love to come by in either, it just may easier to be Super," then he pauses for a moment. "Unless you can help cover for me? Well, with me?" he poses because that may make it much easier for Clark. |
| Piper Halliwell | Ooooh, acting like a cover. Her brows raise and she tilts her head quizically at the mention of covering for him. "What do you mean cover with you? You're much too big for me to cover." she says, making a joke on their size difference. |
| Clark Kent | "Nice Dad joke," Clark mentions and he grins. "The World sometimes needs Superman a lot. Often I go out for 'work calls' which isn't a lie. People just think I'm on a phone call and not five states away stopping a flood," Clark admits that the world sometimes needs him a bit. That's the kind of cover he needs. |
| Piper Halliwell | There's a flash of her pearly whites and she nods, taking it all in. She figured as much considering her own dual life. "Gotta save the world and all that. I get it. But how would I be your cover? We can't say you're eating apple pie all the time and not get fat." she teases. |
| Clark Kent | "I'm just saying, on a visit you could say, 'big story. lots of demands' and just reinforce my 'phone calls.'" Clark likes the fact that sometimes he does take the work home when it -really- demands it. |
| Piper Halliwell | "So you want me to be an alibi then, huh." she says with a sly grin curling onto her lips. "It seems with the apple pies and now the alibis, you're getting all the bennies. Anything for little ole me?" she wonders. |
| Clark Kent | Clark didn't think of it like that, "Maybe more like an accessory to the crime?" Clark looks at her. "I need to visit first before I get the Alibi." Then he thinks on it, "Ever been to the Moon or France?" |
| Piper Halliwell | "..." The way he asks so nonchalantly if she's been to the Moon or France causes her to wince a little. "Uh, the closest I've been to Paris is by baking my own baguettes." Piper says with a sly grin. "Why? Would it be a date then?" she asks, just to gauge his reaction to her question. |
| Clark Kent | "I'm not against taking you there, but I was thinking take the chef to France see her take to the place like a fish to water. The moon," he blushes, "Might have been a flex." Then he looks at her honestly, "I'm in the middle of being ghoested by someone. I'm not sure she will come back, it's already been weeks," he admits sadly. "If she ghosts me completely, I would to see where that goes. I...I see potential," if that makes sense. Clark isn't sure where that part of his life stands. However, he has to admit, Piper is charming |
| Piper Halliwell | Did she just get asked out by Superman indirectly? She squints for a few moments and frowns at the mention of ghosting. "That -sucks-." Cause who would ever ghost Superman. "Well, it's their loss, you know. No need to dwell on such things. It's not like you were married or engaged right? People date all the time." In fact she would if she had some prospects. "But yeah. How about this? France and then if you decide to, first date can be the Moon." |
| Clark Kent | "So, you know when you've left the atmosphere, things have changed," Clark chuckles a little bit. Sky blue eyes look at her for a moment. "We were pretty serious. That's why it's shocking to me," he gives her a nod and pushes past it for a moment. |
| Piper Halliwell | "Oh, I'm sorry to hear that." Piper offers a sympathetic smile, while reaching out to one of those broad shoulders to give a gentle squeeze if he lets her. "SHe doesn't know what she's issing then, ya know? I have to admit, I'm a sucker for cornfed country boys." |
| Clark Kent | He smiles at Piper. She feels the firm shoulder, a little warm. Like a brick wrapped inside something warm, pleasant and a little malleable. "I liked the Good witch from wizard of Oz as a child. Maybe it created a type for me?" he poses |
| Piper Halliwell | "I'd like to think I'm a Good Witch, but I would -never- wear a ballgown like Glinda did if that's what you're hoping for." Piper replies while sticking her tongue out towards him. |
| Clark Kent | "My retort is ungentlemanly. Let's just simply say, you have no fear of that," he smiles and nods to Piper. "Just like I will never wear an alien suit," he says and nods. "Next time Miss Halliwell?" he says not wanting to go, but knowing he probably should because there is a story to write. |
| Piper Halliwell | "I've probably taken enough of your time, and please, it's Piper." she says, going on a first name basis with Boy Blue. "I'm sure I'll see you around, but before you go!" WIth that, she stands up and grabs a business card. Scribbling down her personal phone number and address, she hands it to him. "Just so you know where your alibi is." she grins. |