"What?" Clark is momentarily distracted by the dish trick but he peers over her shoulder easily enough to see what she's referring to, already starting to loosen his tie.

It's the two of them sitting on the steps of the Kent farmhouse, hands clasped, Eirene leaning her head on his shoulder. "Oh, yeah. I think so. Mom gave me a boxful. You know how she is with pictures." Clark comes by it honestly, at least.