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Chloe spent a lot of
time at the Kent farm.
Even when Clark wasn't
around, out with Pete or Lalking (Chloe's pet name for Lana
stalking), Chloe would stop in. Something about Kent's homestead
was a cure-all for boredom or melancholy or even loneliness when her
dad was out of town. Sometimes she would help Martha out with cooking
(one fall her dad went on a business trip to Gotham and she learned
how to make chocolate chip pancakes) or if Martha wasn't up for a
kitchen fire, Jonathan would give her some light farm work to do.
Nothing a city girl couldn't handle, just feeding chickens or
sorting apples.
After a while, Chloe got pretty attached to some of the Kent livestock. Every time she wandered through to the back door, the whole flock of chickens would rush out of their coop to greet her, knowing that the blonde one always gave a little more feed than the two tall ones. Her favorite chicken was a big red and yellow speckled hen that waddled around the coop, shooing the chicks this way and that. The chicken, whom she had given the name 'Betty', had a crush on the Kent's black rooster, but the poultry playboy only had eyes for a sleek gray hen.
Chloe sympathized.
"Don't get so attached," Jonathan had once said to her after catching Chloe cooing affectionately and feeding Betty a handful of dried corn kernels, "In the end she's just Sunday dinner, Chlo."
"I know, Mr. K. But me and Betty have an understanding."
Like after so many of his interactions with Clark or his friends, Jonathan Kent just had to shake his head and sigh.
One Sunday, after a particularly grueling afternoon of scoobying on Clark's behalf, she dropped Clark off at home and at Martha's motherly behest, stayed for an old fashioned chicken dinner.
"Hey, Mrs. K," she asked as she speared a slice of white meat off of a faded paisley print platter, "Where were the chickens today? Betty didn't come to say hello."
Clark's parents shared a look across the table.
"What?"
Clark stared guiltily down at his plate.
"Earth to Kents, what's up?"
"Well, its almost springtime-" Jonathan frowned and look at his wife for assistance.
"Yeah, and?"
"Sweetie," Martha cooed, laying her hand over Chloe's, " This is Betty."
A/N We had chicken for dinner and it made me think of my friend Jack who stayed on a rabbit farm for a month. After a while, she got like a favorite rabbit named Velvet and on their last night, they had rabbit for dinner. At the end of dinner her host mother was like "Oh, Jack, did you like it?" and Jack was like "Yeah! It was really good." And her host mother was like, "It was Velvet!"
She went vegetarian after that.
