He knows the park well enough that he hardly has to pay attention as they wander through it. As a kid, he'd gotten lost in Central Park several times, but somehow, he'd always enjoyed it. Those twisting, turning paths, and the sense that you could come across something new and unusual every time you explored, that had always appealed to him. As an adult, it's much more difficult to get lost, and he doesn't want to try to get lost now -- that's probably another thing you're not supposed to do on a date -- but he still appreciates the park, nevertheless.

At Ned's question, he nods slightly, taking the bag of peas off of his eye for a moment, finding that it's become uncomfortably cold if he holds it there too long. "I get threatened a lot. I get ignored a lot. I get punched less than you'd think, but that's because when it comes right down to it, most people aren't actually willing to get into fistfights about that kind of thing. But yeah, this isn't exactly my first black eye, and it's not going to be my last, either."

He's sure Ned has noticed, by now, that he has a terrible inability to keep his mouth shut. He'd never exactly been bullied as a child, but he'd also never developed the desire to avoid confrontational situations, despite the fact that he was a terrible fighter, when it came right down to it.