[She lifts her eyebrows and smiles crookedly.]

Mine? That's sweet that you think I'm so interesting, but my only secret is that my final year of law school I told Reginald Fitzwilliam that a pot brownie was a regular brownie, and he failed his drug test and I got the job he was supposed to have.

[That never actually happened. Fuck Reginald Fitzwilliam, though.]

You didn't sleep out on the streets when you were a child. You said you were part of a boarding house.