dress rehersals: for Clark

Mornings weren't exactly his friend, especially considering the steady relationship he'd been keeping with his personal bar. Reaching for the box of cereal atop the fridge Oliver shook it gently, listening for the level of flakes instead of actually looking. Opening it up he poured it into the bowl followed by some milk. Reaching for a spoon he turned around and leaned against the counter while he ate.

Pulling the first empty spoonful out of his mouth, he made a face, "I think the milk's gone bad."

Lifting the bowl up he sniffed at the milk, "Yeah, that's odd smelling."