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Chloe is more than thrilled today. Not only did she finally get to meet the infamous Ben Gates last night, but Wes Janson actually remembered an Earth holiday.

It's not exactly a blastsword, but a toy lightsaber from another universe totally works. For a moment, Chloe feels a tad guilty about not getting anything for him. Then, she remembers the mechanical pencil in her bag and pulls it out. A note is scribbled on a napkin before she asks Bar to give it to him.

On the note, it says: Tradition?

[ooc: mun here on and off all day.]

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Amanda is sitting at the Bar and see's the woman jotting something down on the piece of paper which always catches her attention.

"Hello" she greets, "I am Amanda."

Chloe raises her eyebrows as she looks up, not too happy at being interrupted.

"I was kind of in the middle of something here."

"Oh sorry." Amanda doesn't want to bother anyone so she just turns back to the sandwich in front of her.

"Just so you know," Clark says by way of greeting, sidling up beside her, "I got one of those too, so don't think you're going to be having any sort of advantage."

"Really?"

Chloe looks amused at the thought. "Why?"

"Why?" Clark repeats, confused. That was not something he was prepared to be asked. "Because I can hit you back?"

Chloe rolls her eyes. "He did that on purpose, didn't he?"

Clark grins. "Yep. In fact, I was given specific instructions that it was to be used in defense from you."

"Remind me to give Wes a piece of my mind next time I see him. You? Need defense from me?"

Yeah. That's totally outrageous.

"You're pretty tough competition, Chlo," Clark replies solemnly. "I wouldn't want to get hurt."

"By a toy lightsaber?"

The smile starts to creep back. "Okay, okay. I don't want you to break it and hitting another toy is probably safer than hitting me."

Chloe shakes her head. "How did you survive preschool?"

"Didn't go," he answers evenly. "Besides, I wasn't this invulnerable until high school."

Chloe chuckles. "Some sort of Kryptonian right of passage?"

Clark makes a face. "More like Kryptonian puberty. Because hey, why stop with a growth spurt and facial hair when I can shoot fire from my eyes and blow barn doors halfway across county."

"Well, I can say one thing about that," Chloe responds with a wry smile. "It doesn't make life dull for the rest of us."

That gets a soft snort of laughter. "Well, you know me. I'm always trying to liven things up."

"Oh my god, speaking of?" Chloe blinks, looking at him excitedly. "Did I tell you that I finally got to meet Riley's friend Ben last night?"

"No." Give Clark a minute to rack his brain and try to figure this one out.

"Who's Ben?"

"Riley's friend."

Duh. She already said that.

"The guy that hired him to help find that treasure?"

Well, yes, but there has to be more to it than just that.

"Oh, right. I think Riley's mentioned him before," Clark nods, but doesn't sound one hundred percent certain. This is what he gets for not always paying attention. "So he's here now, this Ben guy?"

Chloe nods. "Or at least was last night."

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