Desmond blinked and thought. "Uhh..." He couldn't think of a game to play. He honestly wasn't a very 'sporty' person or whatever... He looks at her. "You pick, I'll play whatever you want to." The words popped into his head only just as he said them and he then reinforced them with a smile. He heard the suggestion of soccer and as the two others talked he listened and followed, a good little sheep.