Pansy continued to sip, chuckling a little bit. "Neither do I. I've just been around him while he's been doing it." Quite a few times, in fact... or perhaps more than that. "If I'm going to smoke something, it better come pre-rolled, that's all I have to say." After all, the thought of getting small fragments of greenery under her fingernails was enough to make Pansy scream. She'd had to wait long enough to be able to get out of Herbology, thank you very much.
She chuckled, having a thought. "You know, I've always wondered what it is that those two would consider smut," she said, nodding with her head toward Vincent and Gregory's beds. "Probably some kind of food or cooking magazines." Yes, the thought of them beating off to pictures of chocolate cake was something that, somehow, very twistedly, worked in Pansy's head.