for dangerousness: A Nice Russian Meal in NYC

[stands_for_hope]

Clark had been looking forward to his lunch with Ilya for some time, but the timing just hadn't worked out. Of course, he'd had to fly in from Metropolis, but he had a reasonably good reason to be there (he'd been putting off that meeting with the JSA for far too long, after all) which justified the travel in his own head. And it was always good to eat before he got there since Ma Hunkle would ply him with the fruits of her kitchen otherwise.

All the same, it was good to see (and smell, mmm) the place he'd picked out for their lunch and to see that it looked exactly as it had the last time he'd spent time in the city. It also smelled the same, which promised that the meal would be extraordinary.

He got them a table and started looking through the menu, figuring that Ilya would make his way in when he could.