Oh, Eirene isn't knocking it. Much. Simply a matter of local pride. If Clark didn't prefer Smallville over everything else, she'd start worrying.
It's a beautiful day for strolling past the stalls, and Eirene selects almost as many items as Clark does, knowing full well that once he leaves, she'll be mobbed by the local children, and patiently waits until he's done with each section before launching into a spirited haggling session with the farmer or fisherman, until she's worn them down to a slightly lower price.
When everything has been wrapped up, packed into bags and handed over to Eirene, or at least the stuff that Clark will let her carry, she spies a stand near the end of the town center with little figurines for sale.
And promptly falls in love with a little gray elephant statue.
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It's a beautiful day for strolling past the stalls, and Eirene selects almost as many items as Clark does, knowing full well that once he leaves, she'll be mobbed by the local children, and patiently waits until he's done with each section before launching into a spirited haggling session with the farmer or fisherman, until she's worn them down to a slightly lower price.
When everything has been wrapped up, packed into bags and handed over to Eirene, or at least the stuff that Clark will let her carry, she spies a stand near the end of the town center with little figurines for sale.
And promptly falls in love with a little gray elephant statue.