Clark was a little bit sad when he came back to the campground after fishing, especially when Lex asked him, "Did you catch any fish?"

"No," Clark said. "Because Dad wouldn't let me use my powers."

"How would you use your powers to catch fish?"

"I would just swim and go get them!" Clark laughed.

"Your speed works under water?"

"Yeah!" It was really fun to talk to someone about his powers.

Lex looked impressed. "How strong are you?"

"I can almost pick up Dad's truck! And I can run faster than it."

"Wow!"

Clark bounced on his toes. "Mom says I get stronger every year."

"That's amazing. So, you can win any contest you want."

Clark frowned. "I'm not allowed to win contests. Otherwise the bad scientiss will find out."

"Oh. Well, have you tried to do anything else with your powers? Like, when no one else was watching?"

No one had ever asked him that. "Uh . . . I can hold my breath for a really long time. And I never ever get sick or scrape my knee. And I can eat super spicy foods."

"How much can you eat?"

"Oh!" Clark's eyes widened. "Mom always says I eat a lot! Maybe it's one of my powers?"

Lex glanced over his shoulder at Mom and Dad, who were starting to make dinner. Lex put a finger to his lips, then he went over to the food box and grabbed a bag of marshmallows. "Let's find out."

Clark ripped open the bag and started eating the marshmallows. Lex ate a few, but Clark was able to eat the whole bag.

"Wow!" Lex laughed and held up the empty bag. "You do have eating powers!"

But Clark wasn't feeling as sure. He was really dizzy, and his tummy hurt. He almost never had to feel pain—it was horrible.

Then he felt like something was in his throat, and he started throwing up in the dirt.

He had never thrown up before. It was terrible! It felt like he couldn't control his body, and it was the worst thing he'd ever tasted.

Mom came running over. "Clark! What happened?"

Lex held up the empty marshmallow bag. "I—I'm so sorry, it's my fault."

"I don't have eating powers," Clark said. His eyes were watery, and his head hurt.

Mom's face looked very angry. "Clark Jerome Kent. No more sweets for you for the rest of the day, do you hear me?"

"Okay." He didn't want any more, anyway.

"You too, Alexander Luthor. You should be setting a better example for your brother."

Lex sighed. "Yes, ma'am."

She gave a slight smile. "Okay, boys. Go wash up for dinner."

Clark thought he might throw up again, but as soon as Mom's back was turned, Lex laughed a little. "Sorry about that. But . . . you're the coolest brother ever," he whispered.

Clark grinned.