“Nah, this is perfect,” she says before taking a sip. No creamer. Just black coffee and a lot of sugar.
Lois smirks at him. “You know what ‘chicks’ hate more than being asked their age? Being referred to as ‘chicks’.” She takes another sip. “I already told you though. 35.”
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Date: 2026-01-11 06:18 pm (UTC)It's a little joke which means he must not be feeling like total death, although really it would take him dying to not make jokes.
"I know chicks hate this question, but how old are you?"
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Date: 2026-01-12 01:19 am (UTC)Lois smirks at him. “You know what ‘chicks’ hate more than being asked their age? Being referred to as ‘chicks’.” She takes another sip. “I already told you though. 35.”