[Even John wasn't sure to make of that imagery of running over animals with a lawnmower. He shrugs it off as it being nothing more than twisted teenage mind. He had one of those once.]

Gotta be messy pickin' out th' guts from th' blades. Then again, that's what waterhoses are for.

[And again, he takes her to the place she wanted to go to. At least her choices were fairly easy to accommodate.]

Sure.