Clark nodded and headed over, stripping off the pajamas and sliding on a pair of dark brown pants that felt almost as soft before reaching in and grabbing a deep turquoise shirt from the variety available. Bright colors. There were shoes in there, but Clark was content to go without them mostly because he didn't need them and he could pick up his own while they were there.

"The food was good," Clark noted with a little smile as he buttoned his shirt. "Compliments to the chef."