Clark turns and gives Bruce a little smile that promises that they can spend the rest of the day curled up together, either reading or fiddling around on the internet or working on the apartment or having sex or doing whatever Bruce wants. But they should eat.

He brings his own plate, with some toast of his own, to the table and sets up across from Bruce with a quick little grin.

"You know, I probably should have asked," Clark admits as he starts in on his own, "but I just went with the way I've seen you take them before. Good?"