"Yes, yes." Bruce knew Clark didn't need to eat, but that didn't seem to stop him. "You're an element away from being a plant. You realize that?" This was just one of the many ways in which the two of them differed. Clark didn't require food, but ate because he associated the act with his humanity; his mother, his father, simply being human. Bruce required nutrition, but ate only for the energy it provided.
Days like today, when Ma Kent pushed food on him, were always disconcerting.
Bruce made a face. "Wonderful." Again, Clark might not need to eat, but he did, and with the gusto of a teenager. He shook his head, and he didn't know if it was with derision or defensiveness. "It sounds unsanitary." He stared toward the barn as they approached the house. "Not that I haven't slept worse places."