Ahhh, well... I might have been a bit of a special case.

[ There is not really a graceful way to say, "so this one time, after I died..." to anyone, let alone someone you just met. She wouldn't exactly blame him for that; more often than not, these days, the memories of her original home, feel like a strange fever dream. High school shines more brightly than the years that followed, and that's not just Despair talking. That's not something she wants to talk about at all, unless she's a lot more drunk than she currently is.

So instead, she sets her palms together, smiling as brightly as she can. It's not quite perfect, wobbling at the edges, but could be easily passed off as a trick of the imperfect lighting. ]

If you want to hear, I'd be happy to tell you some! Buuuuut, if we do, we should find somewhere to sit. It could take a while.

[ She fishes out her phone and waves it at him, like a lure. ]