“I used to lick the bottoms of my shoes. For my microbiome,” Sol said eventually.
“Deadass?” Des said.
“Mm-hm.”
“Did it work?”
“Not sure.”
A hum kicked up somewhere in the beer cooler closest to them.
“Peach,” Sol said.
Des unloaded seven peach yogurt cups off the shelf into Sol’s arms and took a vanilla one up to the register for himself.