"Those guys do miss you, Ma tells me that they chat quite frequently about that "Paper Lady" from the city." His grin was full, genuine. "But you always make an impression with everyone that you meet, honey." Often times not such a great impression, as Lois could jump straight into hardball reporter mode...
"You'll get your toys back tomorrow, don't worry." A little chuckle of amusement. "Ma knows better than to keep you out of the loop too long. And we'll deal with all the missed mail together, I promise. And reassure Jimmy that we're coming back and probably with a few presents for him."
Clark slowly kissed his wife, smiling more. "You're my present that keeps on giving," he told her. "If I never got another one the rest of my life, I'm happy. And" he hesitated, shifting a little on the couch "no matter what happens this coming year, with your new job and everything, that's not gonna change." He hoped he sounded more confident than he felt.