New folks in town

Setting: a mid-western, large country town. Karen and Adam have left the kids with their Grandmother to escape for a nice lunch by themselves. The cafe they are at is the busiest in town, and is currently packed to the rafters. Adam (squirming uncomfortably): I think I'm a bit overdressed. [Adam is wearing his usual attire of jeans and a nice, cotton, collared long-sleeved shirt. The other gents who are walking into the place are in the Saturday-country uniform of Rugby Jersey's of their favoured teams, wide-brimmed leather hats and lightly dusted-off RM Williams boots. There is a flannel shirt among the throng, too.] Karen: Oh? I didn't notice. Adam: I am. I'm getting looks. Karen: You wore flannel when I first met you. Adam: I've come a long way, baby. Karen: I wouldn't say that too loud, unless you want to walk out of here without your front teeth.