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Clark is in a sickeningly good mood. There may be whistling. It's probably not because he's restocking the kitchen cupboards with the latest canned goods obtained in town earlier.

He may or may not tell you actually why, depending on who you are and how you ask.

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"Fair enough," he relents, after a soft sigh. He can't really fault her if it's out of her control. "Just don't take it personally if I don't exactly get used to it right off the bat."

"I understand."

And she does.

"I'm sorry."

Not just for the language slip.

Clark shrugs again, crossing his arms over his chest. "Not your fault." Which goes for whatever it is she's apologizing for.

"I know. Still."

Inty shrugs back.

He just nods back and then there's an awkward sort of silence.

"So, where did you two come from?"

"We came in from Gabriel's New York to this world's Florida, and then drove here."

With a nod in the vague direction of the front door, "The white Mini Cooper's ours. I brought in some food from it when we arrived."

Clark probably noticed that. It's not like many other people in this house are in the habit of stocking the cupboards with things other than fruit.

"We have a car?" That's news to Clark. Things do occasionally get missed when he's speeding around. He peers out the window to see that there is, in fact, a white Mini outside. "Huh."

"We do."

Could that be amusement in Inty's voice?

...Naw.

"That'll come in handy, I'm sure," he smiles at her again. "Thanks. for the food, too."

"You're welcome," she returns, smiling.

Brief pause, then: "...Would you like help with sorry, with finding anything else?"

Intuition isn't entirely sure why she's asking that particular question. She meant to offer her aid in a general sense; the word 'finding' just... slipped in there. And it tried to be in , too. Odd. She looks mildly puzzled.

"No." It's an automatic answer and then he frowns again, pausing briefly before adding, "No, I don't need helping finding anything."

"All right."

Intuition frowns slightly, then asks, "Do you know why I would've asked such an odd question? I only meant to see if you needed any more help in general."

"I don't know. You're intuition; you tell me."

...Clark doesn't really mean to be so snarky.

"If you don't want to tell me, there's no need to be rude about it. I try not to pry, insofar as my nature allows."

Clark sighs. "Look, I'm sorry. It's just a touchy subject, okay?"

"Yes."

Inty looks small, all of a sudden. (At less than five and a half feet, this isn't difficult.)

"Sorry. I-- sorry. I only wanted to be helpful."

"I know. Like I said, it's nothing personal."

Intuition nods.

And, for the first time she can remember, is at a loss for words.

Clark has that effect on people. And, apparently, abstract concepts.

"Uh, have you met anyone else who lives here yet?"

"Tom and Shay. And Long." If dreams count. Inty thinks they do.

Watch Clark try not to roll his eyes.

"Ah, well, I guess they've been around the longest, Lucy and I aside. And Eden. I forget who all else is here."

"Ah. Eden."

Intuition is a firm believer in the precept that if you have nothing good to say, you should say nothing.

So she remains silent.

"Yeah. She's nice." And more or less normal, which gets major points in Clark's book.

Inty's not so sure about that.

"She frightened Gabriel," she says softly. "She made him stay still."

"Did she." Not a question, just a thoughtful filing away of information.

"I'm sure she thought she had a good reason."