Xander looked at Bobby, questioning to himself about something. "Well, I guess we could, if you want to. Whatever you want." he said as he sat up from the grass, getting up from the ground. He had a bunch of grass on him. He tried to dust some of it off, but he could only get the front of him, the back, he couldn't reach. "Do I have grass on my back?" he asked, trying to look behind him but failing.