He has to be at the office in an hour, but that gives them plenty of time to get coffee and chat a little before work. And besides, it's not like anyone at his job ever keeps track of who comes in at what time. Sometimes people stay there all night, sometimes people don't come in till eleven in the morning, clearly hungover. If he shows up at all, he considers it a good day, and he's one of the most reliably on time people in the building. It's a sad statement about his place of employment, if he really thinks about it.

With Ned juggling the cups of coffee, and his aforementioned offer to pay for it, Ginsberg willingly takes Ned's offered wallet from him and opens it up to grab some cash to pay for the coffee. As he's handing over the money, he catches a glimpse of Ned's driver's license, which wouldn't strike him as at all odd, except...

He turns a vaguely accusing eye on Ned, shaking his head. "Why didn't you tell me it was your birthday last Friday?"