Lana laughed as she finished off her cookie. Clark was good at keeping secrets, at least she thought so. As much as she'd asked, he'd never told her about his powers, or where he was really from, no matter how many times she'd asked. He hadn't even considered their relationship important enough to spill it. She wasn't bitter, but this at least told her he could keep one. Of course, Bart was right; he'd know if he was and would already be bugging him about it.
"Well, I'm sure he has a perfectly good reason." Like the Kryptonite she was sure was hiding here somewhere.