"Yeah, me too," Ned murmurs, grinning against his glass as he takes a sip. The stuff only tastes okay to him, but he's hoping it will loosen him up a little - not too much, but enough that he isn't doing his habitual routine of overanalyzing everything he says and does, wondering what kind of impression he'll give.

"So..." he begins, searching for a topic that will ease them back into the flow of conversation before things got a but peculiar, "You said you did an ad for that carpet even though it was ugly - does that sort of thing happen often? You have to do an ad for something you think is actually terrible? Wouldn't that make it harder?"