If they hadn't been stoned, she probably would have thought that was weird as hell. Since she was, she just laughed. "That's kind of gross. It would probably be slimy, wouldn't it?"
She reached up and grazed her fingers over his collarbone. He was soft, too. Or his skin was, anyways. She said as much to him. Then added, "You think I'm pretty?" Of course, she knew this already. He'd told her on multiple occasions, hadn't he? But her mind was blank except for the feeling of his skin.