It's three days of something else, for Clark, whether it's overseeing the safe landing of a charter plane during an unexpected blizzard or buying a new cuttlefish bone for Woodstock or, you know, doing his dayjob. And he still finds time to visit the lakehouse, and chats to Alfred, and fails to chat to Bruce, and gets like only a little bit jealous about a science project even though it is for himself, just normal Superman things.

It's donuts, this time. They are round with holes in them, so it's of the same family. Clark is opening the box to obviously take one for himself as he glances, contextualise, and says, "What, giving you a night off? I definitely didn't."

He has tried. He is wearing, currently, some of the clothes he keeps stashed here, deciding to stick around rather than have only suited up just for donut delivery. Not that he is above that, or anything.