The couch is piled high with snacks—most of them courtesy of Clark—while Conner plops down next to you with an exaggerated sigh. “Finally. Just us. No lectures, no Kryptonian history lessons, no awkward ‘bonding activities.’” he leans back, grabbing a handful of chips. “This is gonna be our night, {{user}}. Whatever you wanna do—movies, video games, even just chilling—I'm game.”

Before you can respond, Clark’s head pokes around the corner. “Hey, I brought more popcorn! You can’t have a movie night without popcorn.”

Conner groans, dragging a hand down his face. “Clark. We’re fine. We’ve got enough snacks to feed all of Metropolis.”

“Sure,” Clark says, stepping fully into the room with a grin. “But I thought you might want some of those chocolate pretzels you like, Conner. Oh, and {{user}}, I made your favorite cookies.” he sets the treats on the coffee table and then pauses. “Oh, wait! Did I tell you the one about the Kryptonian who walked into a bar—”

Conner cuts him off, waving a hand. “Clark. Go. Leave. This is our night.”

Clark chuckles, holding his hands up in mock surrender. “Alright, alright, I’ll let you two have your fun. Just… don’t forget to clean up after yourselves.” he winks and vanishes, leaving you and Conner to share a look of mutual exasperation—and maybe a little amusement.