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[hero_farmboy]

Thanksgiving is fast approaching and Martha Kent has decided that they should host a dinner for their friends. This doesn't please Clark. He'd rather it just be the two of them - a nice quiet holiday, the first one without his Dad. But like he'll say no to his mother

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[ibringlife]

Rose has no idea whether it's Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Years' or any other holiday for that matter. These things tend to stop being important when one has a time machine. It is, however, most definitely time for a decent cup of tea, since she woke up to find the TARDIS parked out back, and it was, presumably, morning.

After snagging some real, proper tea from Bar (she never thought she'd miss it til it was near-impossible to get in some times and places), she settles into one of the big, fluffy chairs nearby, and tries not to look as though she's staring at the rather hot guy with the notebook. She's not here to flirt with the locals.

Oh, all right, maybe a little.

"Hello," she says, flashing a brief little smile to her neighbor on the sofa.

[hero_farmboy]

Clark sort of notices people coming and going from the area of the bar he's in, but it's a busy place so someone sitting down in the vicinity doesn't really warrant much interest.

Until she says something. Because it's rude to ignore people who are being friendly. It's not his fault she's cute.

"Hey," he replies, giving her a smile of his own. "Busy morning around here, isn't it?"

[ibringlife]

"It seems like, but I bet it's not even really morning to half these people. Y'know, I'm not even sure it's morning for me, for that matter."

What? She lives in a time machine, and the Doctor's no help, because he doesn't sleep nearly as much as humans.

"I'm not interrupting anything important, am I?" she asks, with a nod to the notebook he'd been frowning at when she came over.

[hero_farmboy]

"Probably not," Clark agrees with another smile. And then he looks momentarily confused. "Interrupting? Oh. No." He closes the notebook and sets it on a nearby table. "I could do with a distraction, actually. Otherwise, I think my mind will rebel and I won't get anywhere."

[ibringlife]

"We wouldn't want that," she replies, cheerfully.

"Distraction I can do. I'm Rose, by the way. Rose Tyler."

[hero_farmboy]

"Clark Kent." He offers Rose a hand. "Nice to meet you, Rose. Have you been coming here long?"

[ibringlife]

It is perhaps a blessing that Rose is only barely awake and the caffeine hasn't kicked in yet, because she manages to put her tea down and shake hands before the name even registers.

"Only a few months ... and you totally just told me your name was Clark Kent with a completely straight face, didn't you?"

[hero_farmboy]

"Uh, yeah? It is my name, after all." Well, one of them. The only one anyone who's not family gets to call him, anyway.

[ibringlife]

"Seriously?"

Rose is skeptical, and already trying not to giggle.

"No, for real, that's your honest to goodness name and you don't get asked where your cape is or anything daft like that?"

[hero_farmboy]

"It's my honest to goodness name," he assures her.

Wait, cape? Clark begins to think he might know what's going on. And kind of hopes he's wrong.

"The only place people seem to have any kind of strange reaction to my name is here. Sometimes." Rose is eyed, because dammit, he hates not knowing if people know things about him they shouldn't.

[ibringlife]

Rose is starting to catch on to the fact that wherever this Clark Kent is from, he's not from anywhere that's ever had comics. Or maybe he's just really, really sheltered. Rose has, thus far, never actually run into anyone who was famous in a non-historical sense. It's really sort of awkward, now that she's stuck trying to explain it.

"Oh well err... it's probably just different where you're from. It's just sort of a, you know, famous name where I'm from. Like John Doe or John Smith or something... which, by the way, if you meet a John Smith here that's probably my friend The Doctor. He hasn't quite learned the art of believable fake names, either. Not that yours is fake! Just that, you know, if it were...that'd be... okay, too?"

Rose's foot? Meet Rose's mouth. She very quickly decides to take another sip of tea to give herself time to think of something less obviously stupid to say to this Clark Kent who was very obviously not the Clark Kent.

[hero_farmboy]

"Okay," Clark says, slowly, but not necessarily disbelieveing. It could happen, after all. Who knew how weird other worlds were that his name would be common. Kent itself wasn't all that uncommon in his world, after all.

"And it's not fake, honest. I have the adoption papers to prove it."

[ibringlife]

Rose doesn't dare ask what it started off as. She's had enough awkward for one morning.

"Well, that was distracting, wasn't it?" She smiles a little sheepishly over her tea. "I swear I don't go accusing people of being not really themselves as a general rule."

[hero_farmboy]

Clark chuckles. "Yeah, it was, but don't worry about it. I'm getting used to it. I'm thinking maybe I should just start heading people off at the pass from now on. 'Hi, I'm Clark Kent. No, not the one from your world, but you might have one. I'm probably dorkier.' Or so I keep getting told." He doesn't appear to be all that upset about it, though.

[ibringlife]

"You don't seem all that dorky to me, though it's possible I'm biased by the company I keep."

Mickey and the Doctor were not entirely free of dorkitude, after all. Especially not the Doctor since his renegeration. It was something about the suit with sneakers, or maybe the glasses. Compared to those two? Not dorky. Especially given that he wasn't the one making an idiot of himself at hello.

[hero_farmboy]

"Thanks," he says, grinning at her again. "I think it has something to do with the plaid and the being from Kansas that just makes people automatically classify me that way."

"You mentioned a doctor, right? Are you a med student?"