If you want to know about Jenny Slate, you could see her standup, TV shows (Married, Drunk History), or movies (Obvious Child, My Blind Brother). They’re all very funny, and very adult. But at the heart of her work and her identity as an artist is a child – a beautiful, eccentric, wounded, wishful girl who saw a garden and wanted to live in it. Slate knows it’s a metaphor, but like all good allegories, it carries a lesson: Find what is precious to you and about you, then guard and cultivate it with everything you have. Water your garden. Pull the weeds. And don’t forget to sit in the sunshine for a while when you’re done. We talk about the experiences that shaped her as an actor, her creative process, and the accidentally appropriate Marcel. But mostly, we talk About the House.