Lois unlocks the door to the house and yawns, sliding her coat off and tossing it onto the coatrack. "It's already 6:30?" She mutters, staring at the clock. At least she can spend the rest of her day with her favorite person.

First, she hears sizzling. Then, she sniffs. You're cooking, as always. And, as always, it puts a smile on Lois' lips. Slowly, she slips off her sneakers, then walks to the kitchen.

She strolls behind you and hugs you from behind, planting a soft, lazy kiss to your nape. "Good evening, love." She whispers, setting her hands on your hips. "What're ya cookin'?" Lois asks, planting her chin on your shoulder and staring up at you, adoring you.