Well that is just... a lot of information to take in, in thirty seconds. Ned's fairly certain that, at the rapid clip Ginsberg was speaking at, he might have missed an important detail here or there, but he's too busy trying to assimilate all the rest of it to go back and ask for clarifications - at least, not just yet. He'd already gotten the impression that Ginsberg's an open book, but this exuberance takes him aback a little. Not that he doesn't like hearing all of it, but some part of himself is nervous that now he'll be expected to reciprocate. He's not sure he can fill thirty seconds with details about his life, off the top of his head. At least, not details that he's willing to share just yet. Because it's one thing to agree that the two of them should talk and get to know each other better, and it's another to actually do it.

But he's managed to navigate the conversation nicely so that they're talking about Ginsberg and not him for now, and Ned's far more comfortable with that. He's known plenty of people who, in a conversation, would always chime in and make the topic personal or offer their own anecdote or one-up, but he's rather the opposite.

"Plenty of other things. I should write you a list. I think the most urgent one is going to be what do you want in your omelette?"