"Fëanáro, then. And you're more than welcome. Any friend of Clark's...
"I don't suppose you like roast and potatoes, do you? Or are you like Clark about meat?" She glanced at her son, though it was clear that the two of them shared almost no resemblance. Her eyes were blue, but not the same bright blue.
"I grow organic vegetables nowadays, so there's plenty of food I can make. Just want to make sure I don't end up leaving you nothing to have when dinner rolls around."
Clark looked mildly troubled as he peered down at his mother.
"Ma, I was just gonna get him acquainted with the barn and then--"
"I know what you look like, son, and I've missed you, but havin' you on the farm's good enough. I'll see you at dinner. Spend time with your friend there, all right?"
She reached up and took his head in her hands before pulling him gently down to kiss his forehead. Then, once she'd let go, she turned to Fëanáro, expectant of an answer."
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"Fëanáro, then. And you're more than welcome. Any friend of Clark's...
"I don't suppose you like roast and potatoes, do you? Or are you like Clark about meat?" She glanced at her son, though it was clear that the two of them shared almost no resemblance. Her eyes were blue, but not the same bright blue.
"I grow organic vegetables nowadays, so there's plenty of food I can make. Just want to make sure I don't end up leaving you nothing to have when dinner rolls around."
Clark looked mildly troubled as he peered down at his mother.
"Ma, I was just gonna get him acquainted with the barn and then--"
"I know what you look like, son, and I've missed you, but havin' you on the farm's good enough. I'll see you at dinner. Spend time with your friend there, all right?"
She reached up and took his head in her hands before pulling him gently down to kiss his forehead. Then, once she'd let go, she turned to Fëanáro, expectant of an answer."