Mayfield - Article 6 - All I Want for Christmas...

[loistheintrepid]

[Action A | 1491 Kramden Road | Mid-Day]

Up on a housetop this time, Lois is busy stringing some retro Christmas lights along the edge of their quaint little abode. She may take a break and gather some snowballs from the shingles, throwing them at innocent passerbys. All in good fun, of course.

[Action B | Mayfield Grocery Store | Late afternoon]

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[gingerbatgirl]

[She hears your problem, Lois, and she happens to agree. Even though she knows how to bake but whatever]

Of course you're supposed to know how to make perfect cookies from scratch. This is the 1950s. That's your whole purpose in life now. Didn't you know that? [So much sarcasm]

[loistheintrepid]

[Lois smirks at that, appreciating the edge of sarcasm that was so very rare in this town.]

Right, I forgot. Every housewife is supposed to be June freakin' Cleaver around here.

[gingerbatgirl]

Naturally. We all know that's the way the 50s really were and it isn't just sitcom bull. Actually, I'm not even sure if pre-made cookies have been invented yet at this point. Women are kind of expected to have nothing better to do with their time than bake. Which is more bull.

[loistheintrepid]

Augh, finally! Someone who speaks my language!

[She thrusts a hand out, her expression a mix of related exasperation and relief.]

Lois. Lois Lane.

[gingerbatgirl]

I guess there's not many people around here who feel the same?

[Lois...Lane. Isn't that the woman Superman hangs around with? She looks...younger than she should be. But then again, so does Superman. Whatever, fuck timeline shenanigans. She shakes Lois' hand and gives her a small sympathetic smile. She can definitely relate to how annoying suddenly being trapped in the 50s is]

Barbara Gordon.