Food and Off by himself
Usually, Clark was gregarious, seeking out friends to share a laugh with, a head of hair to ruffle, depending on the age of the other person, or at least a conversation to join in on. And of course, he'd never pass up eating anything that came from Wayne Manor. It would either be selected by or made by Alfred Pennyworth, therefore the quality was guaranteed.
Tonight, however, he'd taken his plate off to a part of the lawn that was empty. Taking a seat, he'd munched silently on the selection from his plate. He didn't seem his usual sunny self and instead was ... brooding.