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It was one thing to know that Kryptonians had senses far beyond a humans, but it was an entirely different thing to comprehend the extent of them and how beyond understanding they were.
Sometimes, the moment that inspired this was some amazing feat like tracking down a missing person through hearing and faint traces of their smell, or disarming a bomb by literally looking through it, or speeding to rescue Jimmy at the sound of his signal watch.
Sometimes, though, one was reminded of the extent of Kryptonian senses in a truly ridiculous way.
Such as now, with all four Kryptonians looking at the bag of M&Ms that Jimmy had brought to a gathering to celebrate a recent victory over Intergang with complete and utter betrayal.
"Guys, it’s just chocolate. Tastes the same as ever." Jimmy said, taking a handful and eating them.
Kon cringed as though he'd just eaten a handful of bullets. Actually, he'd seen Kal eat bullets before, and based on Kal’s facial expression it sure seemed like he'd prefer it over the M&Ms at the moment.
"It's hopeless trying to reason with them they've been like this all week, Jimmy." Natasha sighed.
"Seriously? You've been hating on M&Ms all week? Is this some kind of mind control plot or something?"
Lois rolled her eyes at him from where she was talking on the phone.
John Henry stared at Jimmy blankly. "You think they've been mind controlled to hate M&Ms?"
"Look at our lives! Is that so unreasonable!?"
"It might not sound unreasonable in your life, maybe." Natasha grumbled.
"They're just yucky!" Jon insisted.
"How are they yucky? You looove chocolate!" Jimmy asked his nephew, gently pushing a handful his way. "I used to be able to bribe you into doing your homework by giving you M&Ms."
As soon as his hand was out of the way, Kara's eyes glowed, reducing the candy to charred, gooey cinders. The smell of chocolate wafted into the air as everyone stated at the remains, dumbfounded.
"Ewwwww, that smells so bad." Jon whined.
"Kara why would you do that you made it worse." Kon complained, gagging.
Kal pinched his nose. Diplomatically he said, "I don’t think burnt smells better."
"They're nasty." Kara maintained, glaring at the melted pile of chocolate.
"Can you explain how, exactly, they are suddenly nasty?" Jimmy asked.
"Tastes metallic and rotten." Kal said stubbornly.
"That's it?" Jimmy said incredulously.
"That's all that they've said all week." Natasha confirmed. "Lois thinks there's something up with the dye but the Mars Company is giving her the run around."
Jimmy glanced over at Lois. She was pacing and jabbing the air angrily.
"And that is only encouraging her, I’m guessing. No wonder she's been so short this week."
As if on cue, Lois pumped her fist and hung up the phone triumphantly.
"Lois?" John Henry asked.
"The Mars company changed their dye provider recently to cut costs. They swear it's the exact same dye though."
All the humans blinked as they fully realized that the Kryptonians had been picking up on an actual change in the candy.
"It is not the same dye. They are not anywhere near the same." Kal asserted.
"Alright, alright, we believe you, Big Blue." Natasha said.
"If the Mars company is claiming that it's the same dye, then either they're hiding the change for some reason and thar isn't good, or the subsidy is lying to them." Clark pondered.
"Whatever the truth is, there's a story there. Good use of supersenses, Smallville." Lois said affectionately.
"Hey! It wasn't just Dad! I noticed too!” Jon complained. Lois ruffled his hair and he squawked.
“What am I, chopped liver?” Kon grumbled. Kara raised an eyebrow.
“Yeah, yeah, good job, all of you.” Jimmy said.
Jimmy had a feeling that this was going to be the subject of Lois and Clark's next article. Time to start thinking about a possible accompanying photo and the probable break in in his future.