"Are you wearing Birkenstocks?" Rodney craned his neck to try and look over the prepared foods counter at Whole Foods.

"No," John said, "I'm wearing running shoes."

"You run?" Rodney asked with great disdain.

John smirked at him. "Well, only when chased. I need the padding; the floors in here are really hard. You want the vegan split pea again?"

"I guess," Rodney sighed, watching as John turned to get a bowl of the murky green soup. With a sigh, he picked up his spoon and dipped it into the soup.

"Don't," John said, coming around the counter.

"Why?" Rodney said, stopping with the spoon halfway to his mouth.

John got to his table and reached for the bowl, blushing furiously. "Look," he said. "I...kinda thought it would be funny to put bacon grease in your soup. Uh, that might have been a really shitty thing to do to a vegan."

"I'm not a vegan," Rodney said. "I just have a couple of life-threatening allergies, and this place has ingredient lists on everything." He took his soup back and tasted it.

He smiled up at John. "It's way better like this," he said happily. "You can make soup for me anytime."