I grab a banana. “You’re still buying me donuts,” I remind him, peeling my fruit. “Yep.” “I deserve some sugary carbs.” “Bananas are sugary ca—” Joey cuts off into a round of choking, and I look at him in alarm, quickly finishing my bite. “Dude, you all right?” I ask, stepping forward to slap his back. “You just…you went for it, didn’t you?” he says, voice hoarse. It takes me a second to understand he’s talking about my banana, half of which is now gone. “If they’re really small, I can usually get them in one go,” I tell him proudly. “But this one’s a beast. Two-biter for sure.”
