Fortunately for Charlie, Ned's ability to sense shadiness is severely underdeveloped. Though he notices the vehemence with which Charlie sits back down, he thinks that's just because of the whiskey. As for his vagueness when it comes to future prospects, that's easy enough to account for: they haven't been planned yet. Perhaps, in fact, Charlie's more enthusiastic about the idea than Meyer, and that's why he didn't bring it up. He seemed, as far as Ned can tell, to be the more measured and cautious of the two. "Cool."

Ned sits down, too, though more carefully. His cheeks are already beginning to show the telltale flush. It's a little funny to him, now, how different the two of them seem to be. Conversation with Meyer had never flagged, but with Charlie, his attempts to strike up talk seem to get shot down within a second or two. Still, Ned doesn't mind trying a few more times. The whiskey is certainly helping with that level of social courage.

"Are you like Meyer then? All about the... statistics and stuff?" Because it is really just statistics and stuff, to Ned. He is competent at math, enough to get by, but it's all very basic-level knowledge.