[SNEEERK Snerffle.] You called me sugar. Hee hee hee ohman. I don't really even like sugar, I guess it fits. Pffft.
[What is he even saying?]
The grass is... [Rolling one way, then the other and splaying out back on his back.] cold and I can hear it crinkle when it pops back up after being flattened.
[Tilting his head and rolling back onto his side to run his hands through the blades and stare at the way it moves.] It keeps changing color. Red...blue... purple...