"Well, you had Lex Luthor for president, and we got George W. Bush, so," Claire laughed, shaking her head as she rubbed the back of her neck, starting to scrape at the batter to make sure they made use of every last trace. "And let me tell you, if Dubya showed up here all young and stuff, I would probably also try to pretend that he wasn't around."

Grinning from ear to ear, Claire shuffled her way on over to the oven and stuck the pan of muffins in, clapping her hands once she'd finished. After whirling around, her grin only widened. "I think the muffins will be pretty awesome too. Hopefully."