Tim had been to the Kent Farm a few times to visit Kon after his identity was blown by the Kryptonian Hybrid. He'd seen tractors before but he'd never worked on them. If he had a blueprint he could probably work something out..but until he had to, he'd stick to street cars and things that were practical for him. Racing bikes. The most tricked out racing bikes ever to be precise. When it came to mechanical engineering Tim was literally a genius. He wasn't as extreme as Oracle was, but that woman could damn near be a technopath. And possibly was for all he knew.
"More like a clueless guy. I am so not girl wise." He retorted and smirked at his own hit before shaking his head with a laugh and running his hand through shaggy dark hair at Clark's comment. "A cat named Cat. And that was probably why she ran away. I would too." He laughed now, back then he'd been a bit unhappy about it. But in the long run, if he'd been named Cat he would have found an owner with a better vocabulary, or at least a naming dictionary.
"Good. Drinking could get you killed in our line of work." He added. He was taking a break, sure, but it was only that. So he didn't change up to past tense. "You sure? I've become King of the Microwave lately. Alfred never let me near the kitchen, so I'm kinda clueless with a stove. But a microwave? Gimmie some room and I can make microwave magic." He mused as he went to his mini fridge in the kitchen and pulled out two cokes, handing one off to Clark. "So, you're twenty-two here?" That was still a little weird for him, a superman who wasn't quite super yet. "What're you into? And don't just tell me saving people and things. You can't be super all the time. Not even Batman could and he's a workaholic." Tim paused and looked around, there were a few chairs around and he shrugged. "Sit down for a while if you want. Or theirs the couch."