PCP could have done it right then and there, dissolved into her truest form, a puddle oozing with noxious fumes. She didn't, however, because there was more fun to be had in her human form. When she didn't receive the kind of response to her kiss that she would have liked, she looked up quizzically at Marijuana, but then found herself being spun. She laughed as she whirled, throwing up her free hand to curl it back around Marijuana's neck to stroke his hair. "What are you doing, big brother?" She asked, pushing her hips back a little to gyrate against him.