Rachel rolls her eyes, presses her lips together to hide any more frowning she might do. Teasing, fine, whatever, she can take it, she's fine.

"Well, I keep hearing about how my outfit doesn't work for Texas," Rachel allows - grudgingly. Then she manages a smile, just a quirk of her lips as she steps into the store and reaches out to touch a piece of red wool. "I can't wait to see you in a Famous Footwear."