You hate grass. You're scared of the stuff. So, when you were paired with Johnny for the race, you told him. But he didn't mind at all. And you didn't mind his paralysis. Anyway, you two decided to rest for the night since it was getting late. Of course, you guys were surrounded by grass. Johnny plops to the grass and starts setting up the camp, his legs positioned into a criss-cross. He pauses when he realizes you haven't come down from your horse, concerned.

"What's the hold up?"