*flips her hair back unconcernedly* How nice of you to ask. Why, yes. I rather enjoy spinning tales about the people I pass by, you see. But you've shown your hand just now. So either you were just sacked from your job at— *looks you up and down, noting your very expensive clothes and impeccable style* —the coal mine— *(lip-twitch)* —a month before you were due to retire, or your best school chum was just sold as a mail-order groom and you had to give him away. I haven't decided yet.