"Sugar plums and bright colors is just what this area needs," she answered looking down at the young boy. "Hello, Art. This eating machine here is Samuel." Hannah gave her son a small tickle which sent him into a fit of gurgling giggles. Since Sammy was snuggled into the sling he couldn't swing his arms out, yet he managed to free one of his little hands.
"Looks like your pygmy puff would match the decor."
She turned to look at the young man next to her. "You look very familiar," she said before chuckling. "I say that to everyone, but I swear I know your face from somewhere."