It started with a tray of steamed kale. Xochi had put off eating anything green until this moment, even looking offended at her roommate’s offer of a green M&M but her sister texted. The longest she had sent in a while now, a detailed description of her latest sitting on the porcelain throne, a stream of consciousness as she was defecating. Xochi realized she hadn’t had a good stool of her own in a while now, so she picked up the tongs and piled the kale onto her plate. Seated at a table, she was trapped by the amount of people having pulled up chairs, definitely to capacity, and she was too lazy anyways to excuse herself. Within swallowing her first bite, she realized she hadn’t needed a swig of gatorade, the cherry flavored kind that had already stained her tongue and the edges of her lips, giving them the color of kisses. Nevertheless, she didn’t need salt or artificially colored energy drink and kale wasn’t as much of a struggle as regular salad, so she stayed, chatting about long distance running and other dinnertime topics and ate her kale, wondering if this meant she had finally grown up.