"What does that even mean." She gives up on trying to trap Clarisse, and sits up properly for the joint. In response to getting smoke blown at her? She simply coughs directly into Clarisse's face, and yanks it out of her fingers. Cope.

After reclining back, and wriggling around until she finds the perfect way for the cushion to bunch up against her shoulders, her face scrunches up. "Spiky? Is it...?" Yikes. A drag, in which she works her jaw as if chewing the smoke, "I thought it'd just be... curved."

Her spluttering exhale is more laugh than anything else. "Or like a tentacle."

A girl can dream.