“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.