Kent farm at breakfast time. We come in first on the windmill outside to signify that, what, air is blowing? Great. Duly noted. In the kitchen, MamaKent walks in and sees a big stack of pancakes on the table. She calls for Clark, but it's Luka, walking in with a pitcher of orange juice. The boy wants to be their manservant. The boy, who is like an older, less strange Haley Joel Osment, says he wanted to make himself useful, when Bo walks in and asks what's up with all the goshdarn pancakes. He makes some noise about how maybe Clark should take after him. Oh, ready to trade in the old adoptee already, are we? Then, here comes the weirdness: the kid asks how they like their cakes and then proceeds to guess correctly before they can answer that MamaKent likes powdered sugar on hers. Bo likes scrambled eggs, then milk and honey with his coffee. Wuss. The parents are very impressed, and when they ask how he knew that, he lies that he noticed MamaKent eyeing the powdered sugar when she walked in. Given all the superpowers they've been exposed to, they're still remarkably naïve. Clark comes downstairs and hears about the kid's cooking. "You're making me look bad," Clark says, but not in a mean way. Luka asks what Clark wants for breakfast. Clark yawns and doesn't answer. The kid looks confused. Clark says he'll have pancakes and starts to grab them as Luka stares, perplexed. Bo breaks the awkward moment by asking if Luka's sure he doesn't remember what happened the night before or why he was out so late at night. Luka says, a little too strongly, that he said he didn't remember. More silence. "I'm not hiding anything," Luka says, then gets up and walks out of the room. "Nobody said you were, buddy," Clark calls after him. Uh-oh. I hope Clark/Luka buddyism isn't anything like Clark/Lex buddyism.