"I'll be the judge of any McConaughey likenesses," he mutters under his breath. Actually, he's not even sure if he still liked Matthew McConaughey or not; he hasn't had a chance to find out. It turned out though, once you grew up, you stopped liking the stupid stuff you did when you were a kid. Except for your stupid best friend. As it is, John is practically attached to Dave's hip; he's not scared, he just really, really does not want to get lost alone out here. And also maybe he wants to see this weird looking rock.

The pond is actually more breathtaking than he thought; the rock, not so much. It just looks like a rock. But at least John is immediately entranced by the flowers. Plants weren't really his thing, they were Jade's, but three years on a space boat together, and you kind of absorbed some things by pure osmosis. If nothing else, he thinks she'd like to see them.

"Alright, I give your rock a 2 out of 10. It's got a rugged McConaughey-esque charm, but that's where the similarities end." After he's gotten a good look at the flowers (not knowing exactly what he's looking at), he wiggles his way onto the rock next to Dave, giving him a playful shove. "Kind of surprised there's no one else out here. This is... nice."

What he wants to say is that this seems like a good place to make out or more, but he doesn't want to give Dave the wrong idea. But it is true.