Oh, that must have been a sight. Neddy Wynert, undone and looking a right mess. No one suspects he'll rise to the top, or wind up the most handsome man Jacob Frye's ever met. [Jacob can't help his grin this time, truly. It's not that he's trying to embarrass Ned, really, and more than he's gotten the chance to say it without anyone else around to judge.]

But... I'd probably still like you, hedge clippers or not. I don't think you'd appreciate my beard before I got here, but... I'd hope the same.