Des didn't mind Michael going through his stuff at all. He grinned and watched Michael serve himself, waiting until the other man was done to get himself something to eat, grabbing pretty much the same things. He got a double helping of the macaroni salad because it was his favorite.

"Yum," he said with a grin as he folded his legs underneath him and balanced his plate on one knee. He picked up his sandwich and took a bite, at least having the decency to chew it completely and swallow before he asked, "What's your most favorite food ever?" Random, yes, a little, but he wanted to know these things about Michael.