“Houston is cool,” Sofie said, looking around. “I was not expecting this. It has so many parks and bars and things.” Bunny also felt that Houston was cool, although she knew she did not have any meaningful connection to the cool part, the bars where people had gorgeous tattoos and wore crop tops and fanciful denim and were not all white and did not work in oil and gas. She appreciated being able to see, tangentially, this element of the city, to sample the foods and music of many nations, to have access to its multicultural riches at the most superficial level.