Ned, for what it is worth, seems totally unfazed by the oversharing. In fact, he's glad for it. If Ginsberg had stopped at copywriter, he wouldn't have really known what that was. He's actually not all that sure still, but if it is for an ad agency, he assumes it has to do with advertisements.

"Funny," he says, hands in his pockets, heart beating a little faster than usual as he waits for Ginsberg to collect his napkins and things, opening the door for him and then locking it behind them, "I mean, you see ads all the time, but you never really think about the fact that there are people out there coming up with them. Or, uh. Well, I guess you think about it, obviously."

He pauses a moment on the sidewalk. Asking Ginsberg to join him for a drink hadn't extended as far as deciding where to take him. But it's cold, with a wind that bites into the skin, so he decides on the closest place he knows, starts in that direction.

"Is it a good job?" he asks, with simple curiosity.