Excuse you, that was a dead serious answer. I knew I was truly a woman when I woke up on a stranger's lawn with someone else's puke in my hair for the first time. Truly left my childhood behind that morning, that's for fucking sure.

[That's a little creepy! But somehow, so very appropriate for Penelope. She selects three cards.] Good thing I love mystical bullshit. Wow me, kid.