Kryptonese is crazy. It defies everything about human language, and Bruce knows if anyone overhears, it just sounds like gibberish. (He thinks it's quite nice, personally.) This place has a magic translation field, but you have to concentrate to be understood - if they keep it private, it'll never be absorbed into Eudio.

He can't help but smile, small and slightly lopsided. This is so much more Clark's realm than his, and there's something endearing about seeing him go so detail-oriented bargain hunting, down to the plumbing even without his x-ray vision. "Pre-what war? We're not in Kansas, Toto." And then he shrugs. "It's a bargain and it'll give me something to do." There's that curse again. "Much more space, too."