"You know he's President, right? At least in my universe," Cissie tilted her head, making a face. "Not the Lex Luthor here. It's like... I don't even know what to say to him, half the time. He's not supposed to be young or h - yeah. I kind of try to pretend he's not there."

Except that she didn't, really. A Luthor was a Luthor as far as she was concerned, and it was worrisome that he seemed to have most of the island under his sway. But that was so not a conversation for now.

"Mmm, I still say those muffins are going to be awesome," she said, leaning over to get a fresh whiff of the batter. "Not to change the subject or anything."