The one thing Clark couldn't deny was good food, which sometimes got him in trouble. But hey? Old habits die hard right? Or maybe that's just what he told himself when his suit was covered in sauce, or he showed up ten minutes late for an important meeting at the Daily Planet.

It was probably a comfort thing if he puts thought into it, Ma and Pa never really let Clark have fast food things. Sure, the occasional nachos from the road stop or maybe some fries Pa picked up when he was out and about. But when it did happen, he was pretty happy.

Clark was pushing through the streets of Metropolis, trying to reach the planet, when his nose smelled something appealing to him. Hotdogs one of Clarks favorites, he sighed - eventually caving and walking towards the stand. Clark got in line and stood a little awkwardly.