[He grins back at her, holding her gaze for a moment. Then he looks back to his task; he takes four bread slices out and goes through the motions. He sucks in a breath, as if he's about to say something, but pauses momentarily before going on. He doesn't know why he's telling her this, but he wants to. Maybe because they've talked. Maybe because she's seen him at his worst, and she didn't turn away.]

Before my parents made it big we lived in this, uh, this little place in Los Angeles. We were never poor, you know? But it was still a big deal when my dad got a barbecue for the backyard. [He's smiling a little, telling her this. It actually... doesn't hurt. It's a good memory. He shrugs a little.] James couldn't care less; he was always off reading encyclopedias or some shit. But my dad let me flip burgers.