He pointed at a food tray behind the cafeteria counter.
“Oh, you again. Hominy grits?” she asked.
“Can’t give you a lot. Everybody get the same portion.”
“I didn’t ask for a lot. I said there’s a lot.”
“What you mean?”
“You asked me hominy grits, and I’m telling you how many grits there are in that pan.”
“Your humor so bad it’s good. Anyway you can’t eat shit. You can’t fool me on that score. I can serve you a coffee, though. I want to watch that trick of yours again. You seen him do that coffee trick, Akeeshea?”
Deshondra served Carrot a cup of coffee.
“Yep, you folks just lovin’ the sugar,” said Carrot as he opened the dispenser into the coffee and held up his other hand to high-five her. Without taking his eyes off her, he stopped the flow of sugar just in time before the coffee overflowed. “Tee-hee.”
The ladies stared poker-faced.
“Don’t know how the hell you do that,” said Deshondra. “But you wasted us a half dispenser of sugar again.”
“Poor man’s cocaine.”