Has No Beef With Chicken, Part 2

(It is lunchtime, and I am eating batter-fried chicken tenders and French fries, which my coworkers had teased me about loving since I tend to bring it in often. I am talking with two coworkers about food.)

Coworker #1: “I really like lamb, from the restaurant that [Coworker #3] recommended. I think it was [Restaurant]?”

Me: “Oh, really? My dad eats lamb, but I’m not a fan of it.”

Coworker #2: “Why not?”

Me: “I just don’t like the texture.”

Coworker #1: “Huh, really? The texture is just like beef.”

Me: “Ah, I actually don’t eat beef, either.”

Coworker #2: “You don’t— Wait, you’re vegetarian, aren’t you?”

(I point at my plate of chicken tenders while Coworker #1 breaks into laughter.)

Coworker #2: “Wait. I know but I was thinking that—”

Coworker #1: “You weren’t thinking at all! We just teased her for loving fried chicken!”

Coworker #2: “…You’re right. I didn’t think.”