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It kind of comes as no surprise that Clark and Chloe wander in to Milliways after a lunch on the town. After saving the world (okay, not the world but Bart and the Metropolis area contingent of super powered individuals) and putting up with a five minute rant from Lois about why men suck, there really is no other logical choice.

There's no Lex Luthor to fight here. No Lois to be bitched at by. Absolute peace and relaxation and the best coffee in the universe.

So as Clark goes to grab a booth, Chloe goes to get two lattes. Yeah. They totally deserve today.

[ooc: two pups, two muns!]

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And that sheepish look is because...?

Chloe still doesn't believe him. More than that: "You could've mentioned her."

"Oh, this coming from the girl who was dating someone here for years before you bothered to mention it to me," Clark shoots back. "Which you didn't even do until I found that picture of the two of you."

He sighs. This isn't exactly the way he'd planned on things going. "I just met her a few weeks ago, okay?"

"That was different," Chloe protests. And it totally was: Clark hadn't known about Milliways at the time.

"A few weeks is a lot of time."

"Chloe, she's a Greek goddess. Immortal. A few weeks is barely a blink of an eye for her."

She leans back and tilts her head. He can really be thick sometimes.

"I wasn't talking about her."

"It's a few weeks," Clark repeats, eyeing her. "It's not like we've spent every day of it together, either."

Said goddess separates herself from the rest of the crowd in a timely manner, holding a mug of tea in front of her like a shield. It's apparently a smooth way to avoid people bumping into her.

"Hello, I'm back."

Beat.

"May I join you two?"

Well, if Clark's not going to be forthcoming, maybe Eirene will be.

Chloe puts on a bright grin, ready to pretend that nothing had happened since the goddess left for tea.

"Not much of a coffee fan?"

Clark would, naturally, insist there's nothing to be forthcoming about. But he's unaware that might be currently necessary, so he just scoots over to give Eirene room to sit down beside him.

"Not everyone lives by the bean, Chlo."

Eirene has no idea of the forces arrayed against her. Even if she did, the goddess would not necessarily turn tail and run, which leads to her flopping down next to Clark with an equally friendly expression.

"Turkish coffee, on occasion, is a wonderful way to boost my awareness. Unfortunately it only lasts a minute or two."

She shrugs.

"I am trying to discover as many different drinks as I can. Do you have any suggestions?"

"Latte," Chloe answers, pushing hers forward. "Ignoring Clark's quip there, it is kind of the drink of life."

And mochas and espresso and even a regular cup of joe. But overall? Chloe's favorite caffinated beverage will always be the latte.

"Chloe can barely survive without her lattes," Clark tilts his head toward Eirene to impart this teasing bit of information about his best friend. "She'll have you hooked on them in no time if you let her."

Eirene is obviously honored to be gifted with sharing Chloe's drink, to judge by the shy smile she offers the other woman.

"Thank you."

Of course, the serene look lasts only so long as her first sip of latte, after which a surprised glint flashes through her gaze.

"This," pronounces Pax, "is better than tea."

"Take Clark's," Chloe responds, beaming proudly.

She flashes her friend a sweetly smug smile. He can live without a latte for a day. She can't. All of this? Is Chloe's way of saying 'I'm glad you like it.'

Chloe is given a raised eyebrow, but as expected, Clark slides his latte Eirene-wards. "Be my guest. I can grab another one later if I really want." Besides, it's not like the caffeine does anything for him anyway.

Eirene promptly reciprocates with her tea, sliding it over towards him. "It's only fair to steal mine if I steal yours."

:D

Aww. Isn't that sweet?

Chloe smirks a little as she picks up her latte and takes a sip. She cups the mug between both hands, enjoying the warmth of the coffee.

"So, Eirene, how'd you two meet?"

It's not sweet, it's common courtesy! That's Clark's story, anyway.

"I was bartending," he starts off, helpfully. "She ordered a Metropolis."

"I ordered it because it was Greek, and I'd only been visiting here for two weeks. Then I decided that I just didn't like it so Clark was kind enough to fetch me an Atlantean."

Eirene props her chin in one hand, the fingers of the other idly turning the latte in circles.

"That's our boy scout," Chloe replies, not so helpfully. "Saving the world one drink at a time."

Oh, Chloe's going to get a glare for that.

"I'm not a boy scout." Yes, he's still a little bitter about being saddled with that name. "They just needed someone to step in, like we did before."

Moving on. "Then I found her drunk and dancing around because she'd just been to wedding. I think she even tried to get me to dance with her, but I managed to avoid disaster."

"That's a perfect nickname for you!" Says the woman who has recently been hiking with him. She doesn't know it's potential, thankfully. "You are helpful and you are virtuous and..."

There is a long pause, in which her smile slips so briefly it may not be noticed,"And then he let me cry on him when I was having a very bad day."

Beat.

"Clark is a very good man."

Chloe stifles a laugh to the best of her ability. Greek goddess or not, Eirene doesn't know what she's up against. It's hard to defeat Clark's never-ending crush on Lana Lang. Chloe knows that from experience.

"He is," she agrees. "He's been my best friend since I moved to Smallville."

Clark will just be over here blushing and slumping in his seat, thanks.

"That's because you made me take you home with me."

Luckily, Eirene has no idea who Lana is. The narration, on the other hand, is so amused that it should be illegal.

"There is nothing wrong with being virtuous." She's eying the blushing with some small confusion.