They can add ice cubes to the list, for next time (of a certain kind).
"Is pumpkin spice not already mostly cinnamon?" murmured from his cold, watery notgrave. Bruce eyes the box, considering. It's very sweet that Clark actually got them. He wonders if it's sweet of him for automatically thinking of this kind of junk food, and not something with animal products. After a moment he sits up, his movements controlled enough that the ice barely sloshes, and lifts one hand up. The shock at the immediate temperature difference makes him pause— that, and not wanting to drip water all over the box.
"As long as I can stand it, or until it's not cold enough anymore."
Instead of reaching over the donuts, he crooks a finger around the edge of Clark's glasses and relieves him of them. Retreats with his thefted item and slides them onto his own face, and up, pushing his hair back out of his face. By now the worst of the excess water has run down his arm, leaving him free to nab a donut.
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"Is pumpkin spice not already mostly cinnamon?" murmured from his cold, watery notgrave. Bruce eyes the box, considering. It's very sweet that Clark actually got them. He wonders if it's sweet of him for automatically thinking of this kind of junk food, and not something with animal products. After a moment he sits up, his movements controlled enough that the ice barely sloshes, and lifts one hand up. The shock at the immediate temperature difference makes him pause— that, and not wanting to drip water all over the box.
"As long as I can stand it, or until it's not cold enough anymore."
Instead of reaching over the donuts, he crooks a finger around the edge of Clark's glasses and relieves him of them. Retreats with his thefted item and slides them onto his own face, and up, pushing his hair back out of his face. By now the worst of the excess water has run down his arm, leaving him free to nab a donut.