Owner	Pose
Lois Lane	Lois Lane is not usually one to ever actually get it in her head that she needs to slow down and take a moment. However, in rare cases, she can feel the hustle that she makes herself run is getting to her head. So, she takes a play out of a book she keeps in the back recesses of her mind and decides that she needs an afternoon of calm. The other issue is that her partner can't ever seem to catch a break himself. Still, the text message was simple. <<Meet me at Ralli's?>> And that's where she'll be, dressed in her usual pant suit - this one burghandy.
Clark Kent	Clark Kent pauses at the name. He'll text back, <<Are you sure?>> He expects to get some looks. Kind of like the person that dresses business casual in some churches. Yes, it passes any, official or unofficial, dress code. It just passes in a very "Bare minimum" kind of way. Like he doesn't put any real effort into it despite the attire being a dark blue suit, red tie and white button up shirt. Last time the suit was gray and the tie blue ,but same difference. Still, he will show up at the place. walking hunched over with his semi-frazzled hair. Those dull blue eyes looking behind thick rimmed glasses as he walks into the place. "Hi," he says all smiles. "I'm ummm looking for my partner. My wif-Girlfriend-partner?" Clark pauses, blushes. "My better half."
Lois Lane	The hostess is likely giving a half smile and lofting an eyebrow, about to say something when Lois walks up. "Clark, honey, there you are!" Leaning in to give him a chaste kiss on his cheek and then links their arms to lead him away. "I've already have a table for us. So. Why did you ask if I was sure about this place? Cause of it's technical owner? You know you can't toss a rock in this city and not hit something with that bastard's name on it..."
Clark Kent	Clark's almost pulled away. He waves to the hostess, "Here she is!" he says as a declaration, explanation and apology rolled into one. Then he gets whisked away. "It's more about my dress code standards getting odd looks, but the owner doesn't help." Lois is completely right about that. Still, it bugs him a little bit. Knowing that somehow this corrupted man gets a lot of money, even casually.
Lois Lane	"Well. Luckily our table is a little out of the way and you'll only have to worry about it the few times you go to the buffet. Besides, I think you look sharp. Handsome. But I might be bias." Lois offers all this with a grin. "And one of these days the city will be taken back from him. I know it's not the best way to spend our money but I also didn't want to go all the way to New York or Gotham..." Especially if something came up and Superman is needed.
Clark Kent	A blush fills his face as Lois pours on the compliments. "You are biased, but I like it." He has to admit. "I hope so," Clark looks at her, the gaze level. An honest hope moves in his words and shines through the eyes despite the dull color. "I don't mind spending money here, but I just wish the owner would change hands," it's a simple hope. "How are you doing today?" he wishes to change the subject a ltitle because there's no changing it.
Lois Lane	"That's fair." Lois says, almost as a general agreement to everything Clark has said. When he asks how she's doing she nods a couple times. "I'm alright. Or...I will be alright. I know I'm getting a little lost in my head so...that's why I wanted to come here. Do something a little different, and get out of my head for a bit." Which Clark may well understand that's Lois talk for how she knew she was overworking herself and needs to stop so she suddenly does something different.
Clark Kent	"Well, how can I help you get found again? Or maybe just in a different headspace?" he asks looking at Lois a bit. There's some genuine concern. He doesn't know what's causing the discourse, but Clark will be there to help. "Do you need to relax? A small vacation? A staycation?" he asks curiously.
Lois Lane	"Honestly, all of that sounds real nice. But then I start to worry about how many deadlines I'd miss if I stay out of work for a little bit. I mean, think of all the chases I wouldn't do, or the stories I might even miss?" Lois actually rambles for a good minute or two about how she would suffer and then work would suffer because she's suffering. Or maybe it's the other way around. "Anyway. Should we grab some food?"
Clark Kent	"Yes, but you do need to take a break sometimes. If the deadlines rule you like this, then they will wear and tear at you. Other deadlines may suffer," he says softly. Just making sure she understands the delicate balance of her situation. His gaze soft on her and he sees that pivot. "We should. Just think about it okay?" and that's his way of saying the conversation is dropped, for now at least.
Lois Lane	Lois Lane knows he's right, but she can't seem to make herself believe it either way. It would likely have to take an act of god to make her go on vacation. Or...Clark telling their boss that he needs to force Lois into some leave - which is usually the best way to light a fire under her ass. None the less, she makes her way to the buffet, grabbing a little bit of this and that before returning to the table. Her plates not really full...just a few bites of this and that.
Clark Kent	Being a Midwesterner, Clark has a penchant for food that's defined as "home cooking" or "comfort food." Although, he is picky about fruit pies and cobblers. So, his plate is sort of opposite of Lois. There's chicken, potatoes, corn and things like that. His plate has decent portions instead of small ones. Sitting down, he smiles. "You're tryng to butter me up with this cooking, Lois," he teases lightly. She knows Clark's a sucker for cooking like this.
Lois Lane	Lois Lane chuckles lightly. "No, that will be when I make something like this at home for you...." Which she's been keeping as a get out of jail free card. She might even have a few recipes that Momma Kent has given her so that Clark can have a taste of home...whenever Lois finally actually cooks it all. "So. How have things been going for you?"
Clark Kent	"So it begs the question, why haven't you cooked sooner?" Clark teases and he begins to work on the potatoes. His gaze slips to her. "I'm concerned about some transmissions, but I'm still figuring them out," iot his way of saying this si a problem. The details are just sparse event o him. "Deadlines are fine," he admits softly. A smile pulls at his lips as he takes another bite or two of the potatoes.