Re: Marty and Clay
"Alright that sounds good," Clay responded, his face turned a bit brighter. "I hadn't done much in those areas. Hands being essential to riding a motorcycle, and riding being essential to being President, it never really occurred to me. What did you have in mind?" He was curious. He wasn't yet able to imagine how having say stronger legs would make up for arthritic, useless hands. But he was willing to give Blondy a shot.
"Oh, married life is definitely crazy, throw in a government that is hunting you down, super powers, and not knowing where you'll be tomorrow, it'll be even crazier than mine." And he had had the government hunting him down. "You want a word from the wise: When she puts on a picnic fundraiser for a charity. Go. Don't complain. It'll make your life a lot easier."