Bit of a smile at that, because it's— quaint is not the world he'd use, but he isn't sure what else. Nostalgic isn't, even though he understands a kind of isolated living and its rituals. Big house, tight-knit unit, neighbors way down the road. It would be insane of him to draw a comparison aloud. But there's still understanding.

And a little envy.

"You should get Barry and Vic out there."

It'd be fun. (And they know the way. They have picked up Clark from Smallville before. No comment.) He forgets to ask if Martha would be weirded out by ether; she raised a Kryptonian, smiled and cheered at Batman, rolled with a resurrection. Faith!

"I had a thought."

Not about the farm.