"I think I'll pass on the specifics for now," Clark decided, looking back at Tim in amusement. He didn't know enough about tech to really even follow half the stuff he'd have been told to begin with. Clark was a better mechanic, to be honest. He had plenty of experience putting old trucks and tractors together. Had to, with the way that they were financially set at home. If a vehicle broke down, they found what they could to make sure it got working again. Kept the same damned tractor on the farm for next to thirty years, actually. It had been pretty reliable, actually. Clark was surprised to find that it was still running steadily even to this very day.
"I guess you're more of a big picture kinda guy then?" Again, the amusement showed. Clark slid his hands into the pockets of his jeans and looked to Tim with an air of complete and total interest. "Hey, I don't know what you're talking about. Cat is a great name." He grinned a bit, shooting Tim a teasing sort of look. "Was it a dog? A dog named Cat? That'd have been pretty cool."
Clark put a hand out, shaking his head a little. "Liquor? Don't worry about me, I don't drink." He didn't think that it was very healthy. Besides, Clark didn't exactly think that he could get anything out of drinking alcohol if he tried. Besides a bad taste in his mouth, that was. "I'll take a Coke. And don't worry about food." Clark patted at his stomach. "I had a big lunch. But thank you."