Ned pulls an apron from a hook on the wall, throws it on over his shirt without fuss and gets to work. Unsurprisingly, Ned is completely at his ease in the kitchen, starting preparing the ingredients for omelettes like he could make them blindfolded (which, truth be told, he probably could). That leaves him free to keep talking with Ginsberg.

"Come on, I don't know that much," he says, cracking eggs into a bowl and then setting to them with a whisk. "You live with your dad, you work in advertising and you love it, your coworkers are backstabbing neurotic alcoholics, you don't drink a lot, and you've had a lot of bad dates." He shrugs, starts dicing onions with quick, practiced strokes. "Hardly an overwhelming amount of information if you ask me."