"Your hospitality is much appreciated, Clark..." Somewhat confused though none the less greatful.

"I don't actually eat or drink."

"The lands were beautiful...but once the planet started dying my parents knew we had to act. Only the council wouldn't hear it..until it were too late. We tried to save who we could, but only I made it out.."

"My parents were honest, hard working people.. Good people who wanted the best for everyone. For me."

"On Krypton the Elites were in charge, yet individuality was discouraged, I used to get into trouble in school for branching out from our norm with generative education." ++

"That's correct, but as my planet was dying I was the only one who managed to escape. Your Earth parents, the Kents.." He nodded his head, his gaze distant.

"I knew them, but we did not have the same life you lived."

So I see.....

"My name is Kal-El, it is the only name I know and the one I accept even before Superman."

"I assume you must use Clark then."

I realize this now.. Cooking's not my forte.

Another who shares my face?

Pancakes.

// youre so right

// windy!

// JUST SAY YOU DONT LOVE ME

// Im cold. He's cold. This is my end

// WELL YOU SHOULD BE