The dinner goes peacefully, everyone far more interested in feeding themselves than bothering about much discussion. Martha is wise enough to know that the man in the room with them is not, well... normal. The pointed ears were her first clue, and his mannerisms, his dress... it's simple enough. She's not sure where that puts him when it comes to Clark, since they're clearly not the same sort of creature when it came right down to it, but she's not about to bother Clark about his friends when he finally makes one.
Clark, on the other hand, is far too busy smiling at his mother, happy to be home and enjoying home cooked food, to make much of a fuss. So when the meal is over and Martha starts getting up to clean, Clark carefully nudges her back into her chair, kisses her hair, and starts taking care of it.
"Fëanáro," Clark says from the kitchen, which is only a few feet from the dinning room, "if you and Ma want to go into the living room there, she can show you our television. There might be one of those plays on... or something else. Ma?"
Martha picks up the hint and nods before giving them both quick smiles and walking over to turn on the television, where a man in a military uniform is questioning another gentleman about his known whereabouts on a specific day. Clark smirked just a little as he dried off a plate; Ma and her affection for JAG would always be amusing.
"Clark Joseph Kent, don't you laugh at me. I can feel you smilin' from here. I'm allowed to appreciate a man in uniform same as any other red-blooded woman."
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Date: 2014-12-22 06:26 am (UTC)Clark, on the other hand, is far too busy smiling at his mother, happy to be home and enjoying home cooked food, to make much of a fuss. So when the meal is over and Martha starts getting up to clean, Clark carefully nudges her back into her chair, kisses her hair, and starts taking care of it.
"Fëanáro," Clark says from the kitchen, which is only a few feet from the dinning room, "if you and Ma want to go into the living room there, she can show you our television. There might be one of those plays on... or something else. Ma?"
Martha picks up the hint and nods before giving them both quick smiles and walking over to turn on the television, where a man in a military uniform is questioning another gentleman about his known whereabouts on a specific day. Clark smirked just a little as he dried off a plate; Ma and her affection for JAG would always be amusing.
"Clark Joseph Kent, don't you laugh at me. I can feel you smilin' from here. I'm allowed to appreciate a man in uniform same as any other red-blooded woman."