Bad idea only in that she was keeping him from getting his homework done, but seriously? Homework? How old was he? He could let a night slide to pick up the pink-haired deity.
She skipped over behind him as he bolted for the swing, and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. During the skipping her hand had slipped into her back pocket, and now as she embraced him from behind, the crinkle of plastic could be heard, before it’s dropped down the back of his shirt playfully.
She’d wait for him to retrieve the small baggie of their evening’s entertainment first, before she’d step back, and drive her tiny hands into his shoulders, throwing her weight behind it. Push!