Ned may be less deliberate about it, but he, too, is building a picture of Meyer in his mind. This newest detail slots into place with the rest. Just now, he remembers Meyer speaking to Charlie in another language, when they'd been tying him to the radiator. In hindsight, yes, that had been Yiddish, hadn't it? He'd been focused on other things at the time. Like being terrified out of his wits.

He shakes his head in response to Meyer's question. "Catholic. Sort of. Used to be, anyway." There's clearly more of a story there, but Ned isn't going to be diving into it just now.

He thinks he can understand that desire; it's easier for him when he keeps busy, too. So, without delay, he gets up and finds another knife and bowl and sets them in front of Meyer, pushing the basket of strawberries within reach.

"If you want to keep busy, I'm happy to delegate. You gonna teach me to count cards, in exchange?" He's only kidding. Mostly.