Clark immediately smiles at the thought, mostly because watching Martha Kent interact with her son's new friends has been extremely good, and even better, she's getting used to it.
He's had Diana round by now, too, and the memory of her being on her best behaviour, as though Martha were the intimidating force in the room, had been pretty endearing. And Clark can't say Martha isn't, who'd probably found Diana being as European as she is probably just as alien as the rest, but quicker to adapt than the Amazonian had been. Equalised with the inevitable bonding over photo albums dug out of the staircase cupboard, which had been Clark's cue to go do the dishes.
He almost recounts this before the conversation diverts. Some other time. Instead, he says, "Uh huh?"
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He's had Diana round by now, too, and the memory of her being on her best behaviour, as though Martha were the intimidating force in the room, had been pretty endearing. And Clark can't say Martha isn't, who'd probably found Diana being as European as she is probably just as alien as the rest, but quicker to adapt than the Amazonian had been. Equalised with the inevitable bonding over photo albums dug out of the staircase cupboard, which had been Clark's cue to go do the dishes.
He almost recounts this before the conversation diverts. Some other time. Instead, he says, "Uh huh?"