It is a little poetic, but she doesn't mind. It paints a nice picture of the city and it's people, makes it seem a little more alive. "Guessin' that's a hint to drop the chalk and pick up some paint."

She nods absently, looking between him and the colorful ground. "Lazy evenin', huh? Everyone can use those now and again. You usually come wanderin' these parts or are they your stompin' grounds?"

It's half leading, wondering where he's from or who he's with. She won't pry, but she'll take whatever someone is willing to offer up.