Hi, I'm Stage and Stages, Lin-Manuel Miranda, and you're listening to The Hamilkast.

Bootsing, cut-sum-pussing!

Hi, friends! Before we get to the episode,

I wanted to jump on and apologize for some of the audio you're about to hear.

Thanks to some technical difficulties,

my audio wasn't recorded by my usual podcast microphone, the one I'm using now.

But instead, the mic on my MacBook.

I was devastated when I listened back to it, and beyond frustrated that there was nothing to be done.

But even in my embarrassment, I'm still really, really excited for you to hear this conversation.

So again, I'm sorry about this, and I hope you can enjoy these episodes with Rebecca.

Okay, here we go.

Hello, everyone. Welcome back to The Hamilkast. I am Jillian.

Today, I am here with the angel, the goddess, Rebecca Covington Webber.

You know, pion, pion, pion! That's right!

You know, when we first logged on, Donald Webber was on my screen, and I was like,

what? That's not who I'm here for.

He does all the technical aspects, and because he cannot feed the baby in the manner in which I can't.

So we trade off those half-hour slots.

I hear you. Well, first before we do anything else, can you please tell me your pronouns?

She.

Her.

Thank you. So yes, you are Rebecca Webber, which means you are weirdly married to Donald Webber.

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