Bruce eyes Richard warily. The other man is mumbling into his glass and shaking his head back and forth. Clark is also watching Richard, looking confused.

Bruce opens his mouth to say something, but Richard abruptly slams his glass down on the table and wags a finger at him. "You're jealous." Except it came out sounding something like "sheloush."

"You never could hold your liquor," Bruce says, shaking his head. "How long has this gone on? Does Lois know?"

Richard giggles--he actually giggles, high-pitched and breathless. "Lois? It was her idea!"