"Well.... funny thing about that." Clark looked out over the cornfields again. "I don't technically need to eat. Drink, yes, but just water. The sun it ... I think it feeds me in a way that food doesn't. I mean ... energy is received from food, of course, but I also get it from the sun. Once when I was fifteen and had to stay on the farm alone for a few days, I didn't eat anything. At all. And I was fine. But food ... it's more than energy to me, I guess. It's one of Ma's ways of showing her love, so I love it. And I always made sure that I wasn't a bottomless pit."
"S'mores, you mean? Oooh. We could. I bet Ma has marshmallows." Grinning over at Bruce, he chuckled. "Sleepovers here were always the best. Ma would let us sleep in the hayloft, me and Pete. And she'd bring us cookies and fresh milk and sandwiches..."