Ned smiles his lopsided smile, surprised by how glad he is that Ginsberg has told his father he exists. He'd been prepared for a negative - an offended one, at that. He's used to overestimating his importance in the lives of those around him, merely because there aren't a lot of people in his. But apparently, Ginsberg has told his father about him, and it warms Ned's heart somehow. The pool of people in the world who know that he exists, who remember him, in any capacity other than as a piemaker of some quality, is very limited.

If he could, he would respond with a story of his own - that he'd told his family or friends about Ginsberg, too. But the truth is, he doesn't have anyone to tell. Anyone other than Digby, or perhaps the waitress at the Pie Hole, who has seen Ginsberg come by often enough that she recognizes him.

"Hot chocolate sounds perfect, walking or sitting down."