On our way home, we stopped at the supermarket so I could get some candy for any not-so-little munchkins that were going to be out and about trick-or-treating at that hour. (An 8-pack of Reeses Peanutbutter Cups) The clerk glanced at my shirt as he was ringing up the sale.
"Are you from there? Barrayar?"
"My Aunt lives there now."
I blinked stupidly, and made some noise that he took as a request for elaboration.
"My Uncle's in the Navy."
At this point, I'm stalled out on wondering if his Uncle is with the Barrayaran Imperial Fleet, or a diplomat with someone else's space navy requiring his being stationed on that planet...and if so, why his nephew is ringing up groceries in Colorado.
Deciding that discretion is the better part of virtue, I nodded, made a noncommittal noise, and fled with my candy.