"Diana?" Steve asked with a nod to the cabinet where they kept the plates. She got the message and pulled out the right number, stacking them next to Steve as he pulled out a serving spoon.

Lois looked over at Clark with a little smile.

"I love all of you with your cooking and your serving up delicious food. It's like... Fifth on the list of reasons I'd never want to live anywhere else."

Clark rolled his eyes at her playfully before turning to Steve.

"Don't worry about the dishes. Those are my job."