Ned doesn't notice the change that seems to be coming over Meyer's face. He's not exactly big on eye contact most of the time, and he's very concerned with not staring. So instead he is looking up into the trees and the canopy of flowers that's been making its way up into their branches. He reaches up and plucks down a kiwi, running his fingers along the fuzzy skin without realizing he's doing it.

For the most part, Ned doesn't think that the change has affected his mind, but he does notice that he is much more tactile. He seems to have swung from one extreme to the other. Normally he walks around with his hands in his pockets, tries to avoid touching things, and particularly people. Now, he can't seem to stop himself. Perhaps it is the knowledge that earlier, when he caught a dead leaf in his hand, it stayed dead. His usual powers are nowhere to be found, and the respite is utterly delightful.

"Do you want one?" He asks, gesturing with the kiwi before taking a bite. "You could be one of those vampires who can eat human food, too. I think I've seen a few movies where they could do that."