"What's got you in such a good mood, Chloe?" AC asked.

They were in Watchtower, working on her remodeling plans. AC and Clark had just brought up a second couch in record time. Victor was in the corner installing some kitchen appliances for her around the counter and cabinets that Bart and Clark had built for her. AC had finally asked what they were all dying to know. Chloe had been beaming all morning, and she kept humming under her breath.

"I...don't know. I'm just having a good morning. And it's nice having all of you together when the world isn't ending, you know. I'm glad you were all able to help me with this stuff." She frowned. "However, we seem to be missing someone."

"Ollie's in a meeting," Victor offered up.

"That I knew. I meant Bart. He was here ten minutes ago. Where'd he go?"

A gust of wind nearly knocked her off her feet, and Chloe clutched her heart in surprise.

"Waitin' on you to miss me, 'Chloelicious!" Bart kissed her on the cheek. Chloe laughed. "And, I come bearing gifts!" Bart announced. He sped around the room. "Cheeseburger for Clarky, fresh off the grill," he dropped a take-out bag in Clark's hands.

"Thanks, Bart," Clark said with a surprised expression on his face.

"Seafood pasta for AC," he dropped the foil take out box in front of a horrified AC. "Just kiddin' man, it's veggie. Chicago deep dish pizza for Vic," he tossed the box to Victor who caught it happily.

"Sweet." Chloe thought she actually heard Victor's stomach grumble at the very thought.

"Box of oreo cookies in case the Martian shows up after all," Bart tossed the cookies on the table. "For me, of course, legit Mexicana," he lifted a bag of burritos happily, "And, last but never least, the finest Parisian coffee for my favorite lady." He handed her the coffee with a flourish. "Bossman told me where to get it."

Chloe grinned. "Thank you, Bart. This was really sweet."

"No big. Coffee was Bossman's idea, like I said. I just figured while I was out, I'd pick up everyone else's favorites."

Chloe rewarded him with a peck on the cheek.

To everyone's surprise, Bart vanished. They stared around the room blinking at each other with confused expressions. Two minutes later he reappeared with a second cup of coffee and an expectant expression on his face. Chloe laughed and gave him a second peck but told him that was quite enough.

"We all could probably stand a little break, I guess," she said, sitting down on a stool.

"Did you want some actual food, 'licious? Cuz I can make a third run," Bart offered.

"Not necessary, Bart," Oliver's voice said from the doorframe. Chloe turned to see him carrying two bags in his hand. "Chinese take-out," he said. "My meeting got out a little early so I thought I'd grab some for us."

He walked over to Chloe and gave her a swift kiss on the lips as she took one of the bags from him. She opened it and rummaged through it a little. "Oh, sesame chicken, my favorite."

"I know," Oliver said smugly. "Have I mentioned you look especially pretty today?"

"It's the green," Chloe said, a smile playing on her lips.

He frowned. "You're not wearing gr--" He stopped, swallowing tightly. "Oh." He paused. He had that feeling...the one that everyone in the room was staring at him. He looked up slowly and then stifled a smirk. Sure enough the room had gone completely silent and all eyes were on him and Chloe. Clark's mouth was open. AC was gawking. Victor had a slice of pizza in his mouth and had stopped mid-bite. And Bart, Bart was absolutely dumbstruck.

"What?" Chloe asked.

AC snorted. " 'What' indeed."

"Dude," Victor said through the pizza in his mouth, his voice a higher pitch than usual, pointing from Oliver to Chloe. "When the heck--"

"Did you two--" Clark frowned.

"HOW COULD YOU LEAVE ME 'LICIOUS?" Bart cried, interrupting the others.

"Oh, Bart," Chloe tousled his hair, giggling. "Don't worry. You'll always be my number one boy." He looked slightly placated. Or, at any rate, he plopped down on one of the couches and started chomping on a burrito, looking from Chloe to Oliver, watching them like one might watch a movie.

"Hey," Oliver said. "What does that make me?"

Chloe grinned. "Something in an entirely separate category." Oliver quirked an eyebrow at her.

"I'm not sure how I feel about this," Clark said, the crease between his eyebrows deepening.

"Who asked out who?" AC demanded.

"Uh...well I guess I asked Chloe out," Oliver said. He assumed kissing her the previous night at complete random constituted more or less the same thing.

Victor groaned.

"Pay up, man," AC said to him. "You owe me twenty."

"Man, Chloe, I had such faith," Victor shook his head at her, rummaging in his pockets.

"What exactly was the bet?" Oliver asked, confused.

"I bet Vic that you'd ask Chloe out before she asked you out. Safe bet."

"Yeah, but let's face it, Chloe's totally the one who always needs to be in control," Victor said, handing over the money, which AC pocketed.

"This reminds me, Lois is gonna owe me thirty," he said.

"Lois is in on this, too?" Chloe said, looking unsure as to whether to laugh or not.

"Yeah. I bet her you'd get together before the year was up."

"What did she think?" Chloe asked, chuckling.

"That you two'd be old and crippled before you caught on."

Oliver shook his head. Sounded like Lois, all right.

"Am I the only one that's concerned about this?" Clark asked.

"Yes," Victor, AC, Ollie, and Chloe all said at once. Bart was the only one who said "No."

Clark shook his head at the ceiling.

"Aw, Bart, you don't approve?" Chloe teased.

"I approve. I'm just insanely jealous and broken-hearted," he grinned, proving himself to be otherwise. "You just know where to go if he's not meeting your needs, 'licious."

"That's enough, Bart," Oliver said, a protective instinct flaring as he took a step closer to Chloe, and, incidentally, between her and Bart.

Chloe laughed. "Okay, boys. Don't make me put you two in separate corners."

Moments later Jon Jon'z appeared in the doorway. "Hi everyone; I had a spare moment and I thought I'd stop by and see how the remodeling was going. Looks good. Did I miss anything?" he asked, looking around. Then, "Ooh, oreos," he walked over to the table where the cookies were lying in wait for him.

Oliver had to laugh. "Why do I feel like I'm part of some huge, dysfunctional family?"

Chloe shrugged. "Probably because you are. I know I generally feel like some sort of den mother."

Oliver grinned. "What does that make me?."

"I don't know. Pack leader?" she suggested.

"I'm good with that." He grabbed her hand and kissed her cheek, lacing their fingers together. Chloe glowed.

Jon watched the two of them, cookie in hand, eyebrows up. "You two get together, then?" he asked.

Oliver nodded.

"About time. Clark, tell your girlfriend she owes me forty-five dollars."

"Oh brother," Clark sighed, resigning himself. He supposed it could have been worse.

Fitting, because Chloe and Oliver were both thinking that the only way it could have been better would have been if they'd figured it out sooner.