What was Jessica going to do while he was going? Laundry, of course. In fact, with him out of the house, she could slip out of her whiskey jeans and toss them in with the rest of her clothes and a few towels and bits of whatever he had lying around that needed cleaning. See? She could be helpful.

Now he could come home to a place that didn't smell like a bar floor. She'd be reading in her room for the rest of the day, not really up to testing going out until tomorrow. Enjoy your shopping, Clark.