"Bathtub vodka." But then his hands stopped and he looked over at Clark with what actually looked like humour in his expression. "Roast. With carrots, potatoes, and green beans." Really very simple when it came down to it. Something that, even for him, didn't take much thought. Plumbing his memories had become an unpleasant process that he wanted to avoid.

"Thank you for the ID."

With this, it looked like he could actually apply for a job, even if it meant wearing long sleeves to hide his arm. Maybe he could find somewhere cold that would give him an excuse to wear a coat. Fish shipping or similar.