[ Lance steps over a flower blooming underfoot, coming up to the far wall covered in tiny shelves, each holding some kind of preserved sample. ]
Hey, Clark. Can you read any of this stuff?
[ It's a little too dark for Lance to see properly, but Clark's got like, super-eyes, right? Plus he's an alien, which somehow makes him a natural at this, or something. ]
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[ Lance steps over a flower blooming underfoot, coming up to the far wall covered in tiny shelves, each holding some kind of preserved sample. ]
Hey, Clark. Can you read any of this stuff?
[ It's a little too dark for Lance to see properly, but Clark's got like, super-eyes, right? Plus he's an alien, which somehow makes him a natural at this, or something. ]