Clark can't help raising an eyebrow at the murderous glare that Bruce is sending at the plant. Really. What is his problem? It's a plant. It's slightly annoying but it's not causing any harm that he can see. He'd feel ill if the thing was actually exerting any magical influence him, almost certainly, but so far it just seemed to want to hang out in his apartment.

"I'm not going to kiss you unless you want me to, Bruce. Mistletoe's a tradition, not a requirement of honor."

Spinach and mushroom omelette with a bit of feta. That sounds good. He starts chopping.