"You look kinda sick to your stomach," Desmond said, reaching over to rub Michael's back, trying to be helpful. He hesitated a moment, wondering if mentioning that Peter was a vegetarian would be a good idea. He didn't want to upset Michael. He didn't think the meat was bad. His stomach felt just fine.

He lifted his sandwich to his nose and sniffed it curiously. "Meat's still good," he said thoughtfully. "Huh. . ."