Ned nods along with Ginsberg's little ramble about New York, though it leads him to qualify his answer, "It was very... small. I didn't spend my whole life there, either. I lived there 'til I was nine, then I lived in a place called North Thrush, then here. This is definitely the most interesting." He might not be born and raised a city boy, but he's certainly acclimated to it, gotten used to the way of life.

Ginsberg's smile is infectious, and all of a sudden Ned's heart seems to have decided to beat a bit faster. "Good."

He turns to start making his own omelette, pink-cheeked and grinning from ear to ear. All of this has gone so much better than he would have imagined. If he stopped to think about it, he'd start to worry, wonder when that other shoe is going to drop. But for now, just for now, he wants to enjoy his unfettered, uncomplicated happiness. It makes him bold.

"Anything else?"