Clark stood in the sunlight with a brilliant smile, and Schiller had never understood so profoundly why Superman was called a god among men.
If one treated Clark as a friend, there was not much divinity about him. He was more like a sunny, cheerful big boy. But from the perspective of an ordinary person in need of help, Superman truly was a god.
"Good morning, Professor. I brought Bat-Cat over for you, and I also brought some specialties from my hometown." Clark pointed to the still-living cow and sheep beside him.
Schiller opened the back door for him. The moment Clark entered and saw the arrangement inside the house, he let out a delighted cry.
"Good heavens, this house is gorgeous! This can't be the work of a decorator, can it? Did you buy these ornaments? Professor, this is such a surprise. They fit this place perfectly. The guests are definitely going to be amazed."
Clark had always been exceptionally good at slapping away anyone's anxiety with a barrage of frank, undisguised praise. His talent in that regard seemed utterly instinctive, as though he never thought about it at all, yet he always hit exactly what people cared about most.
Unsurprisingly, Clark began asking questions about everything. With the mindset of rehearsing for the real event, Schiller began telling him the stories behind the sculptures and decorations, and Clark listened with rapt attention.
It was not until more than ten minutes later that Clark came back to himself. He slapped his forehead and said, "Oh, my God, I forgot. I still have to make another trip today."
"Wait, Clark." Schiller stopped him and asked, "Why did you come here?"
"I just felt like it. I've made so many trips already, so bringing a few things over wasn't much trouble."