[Cat Grant isn't the most revealing dresser but everything else about Tatianna just screams gossip journalist. The hair, the way she talks, all of it strikes her so much like Cat back at the Daily Planet that she is nonplussed when she beckons Lois over and starts talking about the 'hot goss'.

And when it's in trade for good info? WELL.

Lois is more than happy to slide right on into one of those wicker daybeds, immediately putting her chin in one hand and pulling out a bit of the old razzle dazzle.]

Why hello there!

[The hand under her chin now comes to lay against her chest a moment. Cat 2.0 has her dramatic flair worked up.]

Lois Lane. I was just hoping to ask you a few questions if you don't mind.

[The tone of her voice seems to say she can't imagine whoever it is she's talking to minding. If they do it's not exactly stopping her either as she pulls out a small handheld recorder from her pocket.]

[Lois just sort of cocks an eyebrow up at the snowman before her. She like everyone else has had a warm beanie slapped on her head, a way too familiar jacket thrown at her and both gloves and a scarf to boot. Basically she couldn't be any better dressed for the weather if she'd come dressed like this to start with.

Now with a cup of personally-labeled cocoa in her hand she's eyeballing this very square snowman.]

... The bots made this, right?

[Okay Lois, you've got this. C'mon just --]

Oof!

[Down she goes for at least the second or third time in as many minutes as she's been out here. Lois is soon grasping onto a nearby railing the bots had probably put around the lake turned skating rink, rising from her rear to her feet with a long sigh.]

I swear I've done this before. I was a lot smaller then.

[Back when her mother was still healthy and her dad wasn't half so obsessed with making her into a wilderness survival expert.]

[Feel free to hit me with any prompts you've got cooked up! Want to snowball fight? Go riding on sleds? Maybe make snow angels! Just toss them here. c: PMs are open for plotting.]