"Well, I'd like it to be soon," he responds, completely honesty, sliding the napkin the rest of the way across the table to him and holding onto it like it's priceless. And to him, it is. This is the promise of there being something more than just that evening. And he's pretty sure he'll be stopping by the Pie Hole again.

He picks up the pen and writes something down on a napkin, too, his handwriting surprisingly neat for someone so offbeat and creative. "That's my office number," he explains, because Ned would be right in his assumption that Ginsberg isn't inclined to give out his home number, not when his father monitors calls so intently. "I share the office with a couple people, but most of them won't ask weird questions. Okay, Stan might ask weird questions, but he asks everyone weird questions. And our secretary's okay, too. She won't suspect anything, and if she asks why you're calling, just say you're a friend of mine. She'll be so surprised that I have friends that she'll forget to be suspicious."