"Your choice, really." If she doesn't want to use the charcoal, it's her loss.
Since she doesn't seem interested in his idea, he doesn't bother looking for any burnt wood, specifically, but instead goes back to rummaging absently through the mess for the notebook and pen.
After a few moments, he looks over at Lois. "What will you do if we can't find the pen, then?" Because other than the death pen, and the charcoal idea, he's coming up with a bunch of nothing.
"Would just not write...uh, whatever it is you write?" He didn't think to ask earlier, what with the lasers and all.
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"Your choice, really." If she doesn't want to use the charcoal, it's her loss.
Since she doesn't seem interested in his idea, he doesn't bother looking for any burnt wood, specifically, but instead goes back to rummaging absently through the mess for the notebook and pen.
After a few moments, he looks over at Lois. "What will you do if we can't find the pen, then?" Because other than the death pen, and the charcoal idea, he's coming up with a bunch of nothing.
"Would just not write...uh, whatever it is you write?" He didn't think to ask earlier, what with the lasers and all.