An investment. [Jacob repeats, with a look that just screams he knows the truth. Ned just really wanted this toy train and he won't point it out if he keeps smirking like that.] I'm sure.

I won't say anything... because you own me a whiskey, Wynert. [He hasn't forgotten that he's absolutely going to owe him a favor. He's been looking forward to it.] How am I supposed to make myself comfortable without it?