“Going through your stuff. Why do you ask?”
Duh, it's what she'd do.
Umm… Clark. It in that small plastic apparatus hanging on the wall over there. You pull that part off, speak into it, and a little while later the food appears in the front door.
Shouldn’t he be sleeping in her bed, allowing her to rest comfortably on him?
<Points to above loss of brain function.>
<Superman rushing off to buy cookies>
