Clark Kent, famous for his disrespect of deadlines, scoots in closer. "I could throw some dinner together," he suggests, by way of confirming that this is what he is doing. "It'll be made out of real food, this time."

If anyone could have told the difference between real food and the replication of such by way of protein paste, it'd be either of them. (Side bar: he'd given up the vegan thing towards the end in that it was all vegan anyway. Like Impossible Burger, he'd explained, over a burger, before also explaining Impossible Burger.)

And there, sneaky, gripping up under Bruce's chair to pull it nearer.