That gets her a quick nod, and there's something in his eyes that says that this sits no easier with him than it does with her. He wouldn't call them journalistic instincts, considering his lack of knowledge of his past, but that's exactly what's tugging at him. Not to mention all those years as, oh, Superman.

He can spot a diversion as well as the next guy, and he watches her deal with that spout of anger somewhat curiously, unwiling to comment. Everyone had things they had to deal with, after all. He'd just do his best to help ease her out of it.

"The pie is worthy of a bit of attention," he points out as he dips his fork in to start, "and we can talk about the rest of it later, I'm sure."

Someplace less public.