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For April, it was weird to see Clark deaged to seven because of an LOL. But in all things considered, she rationalized it occured at a good time. Her own recent question in the Nexus would have tipped of the normal-aged Clark after all.

With the promises of burger and fries, April takes seven-year-old Clark to her house. She immediately fixes him up with a milkshake and a couple of books. Then starts preparing things in the kitchen to cook.

"What kind of burgers do you like?"

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Clark is absolutely fascinated by his new surroundings, moreso than the books. Although he does like to read, he's more interested in looking around first, sucking down the milkshake as he goes. He doesn't touch anything though - one of many lessons drilled into him by his mother.

He cocks his head at her question, confused. "I thought there was only one kind."

"Well, I like my burgers loaded with all sorts of stuff. But you could only like cheese. Or ketchup. Or mustard." It is more of a fixing question.

For the most part, April's apartment is pretty normal. She does have a lava lamp in one corner. And a snowglobe that seems to twirl without being shaken beside that.

Her apartment may be normal, but it's an apartment and therefore a totally new experience. Clark's used to a big two-level farmhouse with lots and lots of open space and windows where he can look out and see the farm. The lava lamp and snowglobe, by the way, further cement his idea that April is magic.

He thinks about it for a minute. "Ketchup and mustard and pickles and cheese." That's usually what Mom puts on his burgers, but he doesn't know what else there is, so he feels compelled to lay down one restriction, just in case. "No peas!"

April laughs at that. "I wouldn't worry about that Clark. Even I would not par peas on my burgers."

She has the french fries in the oven, and the grill cooking up the burgers soon enough.

He is pleased that she doesn't like peas either. (At least, that's how he interprets it.) "Peas are icky," he asserts with a nod.

Mom never lets him in the kitchen when she's cooking because she doesn't want him hurting himself, so he returns to the books and flips through them a little, keeping an eye on the lava lamp as he does. It's floaty and colorful and weird.

It doesn't take long for April to soon have a plate of burgers and fries for both of them.

With everything off in the kitchen, she places the plates on the living room coffee table. "Were a lot of people trying to help you find your parents?"

Clark makes a bee-line for the fries. He doesn't get them much because his mom says they're unhealthy, but occasionally she takes a few potatoes from the harvest and makes fried potato chips.

"A couple. One lady was really grouchy." Poor Leon, forever doomed to be known as the grouchy lady.

"A couple is good." It means Clark has other friends, who were there for him. April nibbles her own fries. And her burger (not completely as cooked as his is).

"I am sure any of them could help you back to Smallville." She does it again, mentioning something about him that she had not been told.

Clark makes a noise that can be best described as a meep. "You are magic!" She knows his name and where he lives and she can make clothes appear from nowhere and she has moving things in her home. What else could that possibly mean?

Another laugh from April. She will accept being magic for the time being, if it keeps Clark safe during the LOL.

"Shush... don't tell anyone. I am sort of like your fairy godmother."

Clark nods quickly, eyes wide. "I'm super good at keeping secrets." Of course, since she already knows so much about him, he's wondering if she knows his secret too. Not the alien part; he doesn't know that yet and won't for eight years.

"...what's a fairy godmother?"

"Your mother never read to you Sleeping Beauty? Or Cinderella?" April took another bite of her burger. "A fairy godmother is a magical friend who takes care of a person in their time of need. And have been known to grant wishes."

Fries gone, Clark starts in on the burger, elbows planted on the table to keep his head above the plate in case it drips. He may have learned his manners on a farm, but he was also taught how to eat and not make a mess of the table and floor and everywhere else. Most of the time.

"You can do wishes too?" He looks fascinated and a little amazed. "Mom and Dad got me in a wish."

"Only very special wishes." April will do her best to answer any wish deaged Clark may make.

"Did they? They must have wished really hard."

He nods enthusiastically. "Mom wished for a baby and then the rocks fell from space and they found me in a field when one made the truck fall over." It's an incredibly simplified version of what happened, and he doesn't remember anything about the spaceship.

"That is really cool, Clark. You are a very special gift to your parents. And I am sure they are glad to have you in their life."

"Mom calls me her special little boy 'cuz I'm not like other kids." He gives her a conspiratorial look as if to judge whether she knows about his speed and strength. Subtlety, thy name is Clark Kent.

Subtlety doesn't work when you are seven Clark. "I am guessing you mean your ability to run really fast. Or lift things that would be heavy for other people."

There's a reason his parents have sworn him to secrecy under all circumstances, but he figures she's magic and she already knows.

And she does!

"I picked up a cow," he says proudly. "She was stuck in a hole and Dad couldn't do it."

"No wonder your parents consider you a gift." April is going to have to figure out how to convince Clark she called them... without actually calling them.

"And you are special to other people too."

He pauses in his burger-nomming. "Like you, 'cuz you're my fairy godmother?"

He is going to be so embarrassed about this when he's older.

"Yes Clark. I care for you a great deal." April can admit that a lot easier to his seven-year-old self.

"Do you think your parents would be okay if you slept over here tonight? I have a big huge water bed you can take." She has no idea how long the LOL will last, but is planning ahead.

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He grins and shovels the last of the burger into his mouth. She likes him. Well, he likes her too. She's nice and she's magic and he somehow knows he can trust her. Granted, it's more complex than that, but he's seven.

He looks uncertain. "I dunno... I'm s'posed to ask first."

"I will still give them a call." April reassured him. Hoping a brilliant idea of how to call them, without calling them would come to her soon.

"Okay." His biggest concern addressed, as far as he knows, he turns his curiosity to the bed she mentioned. "What's a water bed? Is it magic?"

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