"I don't think it's quite the same. For one thing, I don't have any bosses, which is... a nice change. And for another, there aren't any flavors of pie I don't like."

He pauses after saying that, a little curl of a smile at the corner of his mouth, leans in as he amends, "Actually, I'm not wild about pumpkin, but that doesn't really matter. The fact that it's not to my taste isn't quite the same as it being... aesthetically and morally objectionable"

Ned keeps sipping at the drink; to tell the truth, he likes that Ginsberg is so talkative. His face is remarkably animated, and the rapidity of his words seems to Ned somehow more passionate than when he goes on one of his own rambles. Those are often out of nerves and sheer awkwardness, rather than... enthusiasm, and eloquence.