If Bruce said anything off-beat or awkward, it doesn't resonate as such for Clark, and only serves to redirect broad smile from down at Shelby to up at Bruce. "Well," he says, giving the dog one last pat on her hindquarters before getting to his feet, "there's always next year. Or tonight, if mom turns in early."
Private and special, maybe so. Come tomorrow, the house will be full of friends and family, and the night before had always been a more quiet affair of Kents and the occasional guest star. But if Clark could tell what Bruce was thinking, he might laugh off the idea that anything he could do would disturb the evening. They've been collectively putting up with weird for too long.
He's joking about Tibet, probably, finding a place to perch on furniture, wine in hand.
"Think they celebrate in Atlantis?"
And how would that go, if they did. Of their team, Arthur has been the most challenging to think of something for, particularly as he's pretty sure the fish king does not particularly care for his company, and anything waterproof seems made for those who are not themselves waterproof.
(He'd dropped a small bottle of Jack off at the likeliest coast, with a card, which was probably the most apt of his haul. Barry got a T-shirt that said HI on the front and BYE on the back, and Diana, a glass paperweight with a mini Parthenon inside. For Victor, a pair of mirror sunglasses that just barely blot out the light from his robot eyeball (which had gotten some mild mockery for Clark's choices in civilian disguises). His present for Lois, a bracelet made from abalone shell, waits for her in her apartment upon return from her own family commitments.
These, delivered in advance, presumably so that he wouldn't be interrupting Santa's flight patterns.)
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Private and special, maybe so. Come tomorrow, the house will be full of friends and family, and the night before had always been a more quiet affair of Kents and the occasional guest star. But if Clark could tell what Bruce was thinking, he might laugh off the idea that anything he could do would disturb the evening. They've been collectively putting up with weird for too long.
He's joking about Tibet, probably, finding a place to perch on furniture, wine in hand.
"Think they celebrate in Atlantis?"
And how would that go, if they did. Of their team, Arthur has been the most challenging to think of something for, particularly as he's pretty sure the fish king does not particularly care for his company, and anything waterproof seems made for those who are not themselves waterproof.
(He'd dropped a small bottle of Jack off at the likeliest coast, with a card, which was probably the most apt of his haul. Barry got a T-shirt that said HI on the front and BYE on the back, and Diana, a glass paperweight with a mini Parthenon inside. For Victor, a pair of mirror sunglasses that just barely blot out the light from his robot eyeball (which had gotten some mild mockery for Clark's choices in civilian disguises). His present for Lois, a bracelet made from abalone shell, waits for her in her apartment upon return from her own family commitments.
These, delivered in advance, presumably so that he wouldn't be interrupting Santa's flight patterns.)