Lombard stared at him for a moment before busting out laughing, shaking his head at the comment.
"You didn't tell me he was funny, Kent."
Clark smiled gently over at Jim and yet, there was something in his eyes. It said he didn't have to do this, that everything was fine, really. It wasn't angry or even panicked; in fact, it was the calmest he'd appeared the entire time Jim had seen him in the office.
Lombard looked down at Clark then.
"Anything for me down there? Maybe you can get me my mail on time, unlike this little ditz."
Clark looked up at Lombard.
"I don't see anything here for you, Lombard. But you might try not insulting the person who spends all of her time sorting and delivering the mail you're interested if you really want to get things on time."
Clark made a point of looking over at Jenny, who was blushing fiercely.
"If it means anything," he told her with a warm smile, "I've never had any trouble with my mail and I consider it one of the nicer parts of my day when you come by. I really am sorry to have knocked things over. I've really got to stop doing this."
Jenny waved a hand.
"It's all right, Mr. Kent. Really. We all have clumsy days."
But Clark was just about done at that point, tucking a few last letters into place and Jenny couldn't help but smile at him for fixing everything just like he'd found it before 'stumbling' into the cart. Lombard raised an eyebrow at her before she sniffed and headed down the aisle.
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"You didn't tell me he was funny, Kent."
Clark smiled gently over at Jim and yet, there was something in his eyes. It said he didn't have to do this, that everything was fine, really. It wasn't angry or even panicked; in fact, it was the calmest he'd appeared the entire time Jim had seen him in the office.
Lombard looked down at Clark then.
"Anything for me down there? Maybe you can get me my mail on time, unlike this little ditz."
Clark looked up at Lombard.
"I don't see anything here for you, Lombard. But you might try not insulting the person who spends all of her time sorting and delivering the mail you're interested if you really want to get things on time."
Clark made a point of looking over at Jenny, who was blushing fiercely.
"If it means anything," he told her with a warm smile, "I've never had any trouble with my mail and I consider it one of the nicer parts of my day when you come by. I really am sorry to have knocked things over. I've really got to stop doing this."
Jenny waved a hand.
"It's all right, Mr. Kent. Really. We all have clumsy days."
But Clark was just about done at that point, tucking a few last letters into place and Jenny couldn't help but smile at him for fixing everything just like he'd found it before 'stumbling' into the cart. Lombard raised an eyebrow at her before she sniffed and headed down the aisle.