"Don't be a baby, Clark. You were the one who told me to get and gun and learn how to use it so I could "protect" myself if you weren't here to rescue me." Lois eyes twinkled with mirth as she said this.
"And I'm totally okay with that. I just don't particularly approve of your choice of a target."
"Having those silhouettes as targets are a huge waste of paper. This is a good way of "saving the environment". Also, I need a moving target or it would be too boring and unrealistic."
"But why me? There are other methods of learning to shoot a moving target."
"You're bulletproof. And it would be a lot of fun to see your face every time I fire at you. Stop whining and get to your position. Besides, you said yes when I asked you yesterday. Suck it up, Smallville." Lois nudged- well, pushed- him towards the area where the paper targets normally were.
"Oh and have fun." With one last smirk, Lois turned around and moved to a firing stance.
As Clark Kent shut his eyes, he wondered again why always said yes to Lois Lane. He was gonna be sore tomorrow.