Ned can't imagine that Meyer's gotten to where he is, at his age, without a significant amount of work. Somehow, he doesn't seem the type to have just inherited enough money to start a business on his own, and that would rather go against his self-proclaimed title of entrepreneur.

It is such an oddly normal conversation to be having, in this place, with someone he met under such unusual circumstances. Ned is rather grateful for it.

"Whatever I could find, really. Baker's assistant. Cake shop assistant. Florists' assistant. Inventor's assistant. Gardening. Doing deliveries. Dog walking. Teaching baking classes. Window washing. Cleaning people's houses. Waiting tables. The usual stuff."

And then, because he knows his secret is out, knows that Meyer heard his announcement, he is able to add, "Selling fruits and vegetables, too. I'm always mad at myself that I didn't think of it earlier. Started working at a grocery store, and they'd always put me in charge of getting rid of any produce that was going bad. Except, because of my..." he waves one hand, to indicate his powers, "I'd just keep all of it, and bring the stuff back to life to sell at the farmer's market on Sundays."

That was the innovation that had helped him finally start saving up enough to make a difference. It was profit from nothing, was using his power to his advantage, for once.