"Well, those're really the important things. What else is there? I've worked for a lot of companies for short periods of time, but I've been at the one I'm at for nearly two years and don't intend to get fired any time soon. I never went to college and never wanted to. My birthday's in December, and I'll be 24. I'm Jewish. I was born in Germany. I'm relatively convinced that I'm actually an alien, and that everything I know about my past is a lie. I can't pick one favorite color because I like all colors, but I guess I like pink and red the best. I've never owned a car, but I know the subway like the back of my hand. I failed chemistry in high school and had to retake it twice. I'm terrible at sports."

He grins at Ned, watching as Ned whisks the eggs and slices the onions, shrugging. "How's that? That's the thirty second summary of my life. Anything else you need to know about me?"

The information he provides is, as always, a strange combination of very personal details, and completely irrelevant facts about things he likes. It's hard, talking about himself to other people. People always stare at him like he's crazy, when he divulges that much at once, but hey, Ned had seemed curious.