"Where you from?"
"Austin. San Antonio, now."
"You're not tourists, y'all neighbors."
Really, I'm just 'plus one,' but call it what it is, neighbors, not tourists. I was inspecting the owner's art on her arm, inquiring about the names and meanings, what the art represented.
"That's my son, the other one is my daughter, and that," she indicated a fetching and colorful arm piece, "is a wild girls' night out in Kansas City. Girls' weekend, really." She smiled.