"I might just do up both, since he cuts it mostly for just me," Martha said before pulling back and shooing him towards the barn. Clark took the hint and gestured towards a large red structure only a short walk away before kissing the top of his mother's forehead and putting down his duffel. He won't need it for the moment anyway.

Then he's walking towards the barn and gesturing Fëanáro to follow.

"Go on. I won't need either of you for another few hours."