I hit one of the thrift stores I seldom frequent on the way home to paw through the shoes. (and score a gray sweater dress) (what?) Lady gave me kind of a whithering look, (I am in my grotty work clothes) so I dropped into Rowan's voice and gushed about her pretty teal and black dye job...
She lit up like a christmas tree....I love that sort of connection, especially when the context is sort of bizarre.
Another lady looking at a sweater dress...identical to the one I bought, was debating about it...I asked if the loved it....glanced at the price tag and asked if she loved it four dollars...."Yes!"
Then git it! She talked to me without any weird overtones after that...
Apparently, shopping is a universal language.