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"Lex, I'm serious."

Lex raised his eyebrows.

"Really, Lex.

He said that mom made him realise how bigoted he'd been, and that he trusted my judgement.

I believe in you Lex, and dad wants to too.

So please, come to dinner on Sunday?"

Clark then brought forth his ultimate weapon – the puppy-dog eyes/tremendous pout combo.

Not even Lex was strong enough to withstand it.

"OK Clark! I'm come over. Now stop pouting!"

Clark beamed, bouncing slightly in his seat.

Lex smiled at him indulgently.

"So? Will this meal involve pie? And do I need to bring anything?"

Clark snuggled deeper into his seat, just happy that he was spending time with the love of his life – and for the first time, with the approval of his entire parental unit!

*****