Anniversary

[dovelike]

There are very few milestones in the life of a deity; so many years go by that only the most important events are remembered consciously, and the rest tucked away in a box for later rumination and safekeeping. Eirene is of the opinion that New Year's Eve now counts as a milestone because today, one year ago Bar-time, she met Clark.

So while he's outside doing chores, she quickly fills up a picnic basket with goodies (found by rummaging through shelves or her own conjuring), adding a certain short chiton that she suspects he might get a kick out of, then wanders with basket in hand to the barn.

"Clark?"