Kent Farm. Quality cow time. In the barn loft, Clark and Lana are sitting on the couch. Clark is leaning forward, concentrating on some paperwork. Lana complains that when he invited her over to study, he really meant studying. Our Big, Dumb Alien goes, "Whu?" "Kiss me," says horny Lana. Clark smiles, thinking, "I can do that!" and gives her a chaste little kiss. "Clark, what am I, your cousin?" she asks. Maeby, Maeby not. "Really kiss me," Lana demands. Yeah, Clark, give her the old pork tongue. Ugh. I just grossed myself out. It's bagels for me the rest of the week. Clark has to really think about it, then leans in for a more grown-up smooch. Lana's like, "Now give me your knee and don't move!" But before things get too hot and/or heavy, Clark pulls back and immediately says, "I've gotta go." Dude, it's your barn. Clark says he doesn't want to be late to class. He invited Lana over to study when he wasn't going to be there? Lana follows Clark and says that when they really kiss, she can feel how much he wants her. Ew. You should keep your hands to yourself, Lana. "Why can't we just be together?" she asks. "It's complicated," Clark mutters. You see, there's fallopian tunnels and vas deferments and sacs holding honey-roasted almond-pecan nuts. It's very complex and you couldn't begin to fathom Clark's advanced biology. Lana says it shouldn't be complicated. Clark should be cock, balls, and when necessary, some sensitive t'aint. "Not when you love somebody," Lana finishes. Oh yeah. There's that.
Lana tries to walk past Clark, but he pulls her arm, which you'd think would snap it off like a dry twig. Lana drops her bag, revealing some sort of blueprint from her purse. Clark asks what it is. It looks like a schematic for a spaceship with a big "Luthorcorp" logo on the bottom-right of the sheet. Clark asks if she got this from Lex. "We've been researching it together for the last couple of weeks," she says. No! You fact-hussy! You research-temptress! You Lexis-Nexis'd with him, didn't you!? Clark asks why she's kept this from him. She says, while bobbing her head around like she's on Springer, that every time she brings up the ship, Clark changes the subject. Oh, no she did! "I don't think there's any point in dwelling on it," Clark says. No point in dude, it's a spaceship! Just because you had one in the garage your whole life doesn't mean the rest of us don't want one. I could use it to fly into my panic room. "I saw what came out of that ship," Lana says. Was it Michael Jackson? I bet it was Michael Jackson. Lana says she saw all the police officers get killed and that she was almost killed herself. Lana says she turned to Lex because he wants to find the truth, not avoid it. Close-up on Clark as he super-pees himself in fear.