Clark, to no one's surprise, is big. Regardless if he's suffered through the loss of his mother's food or not. Also, unsurprisingly, Eirene is trying to further that comfort along. Sometimes it's a handy thing to date an empath.

At least their new table affords a nice measure of privacy; or, at least, as much as you can get inside a popular diner at lunchtime. She already knows what she wants, so the goddess ignores her menu in favor of the conversation.

"O, you she likes just fine. It's me she's not too happy with."