"It's not bullshit, thank you very much," she says in her best haughty tone, which... isn't very haughty. "Hey, you want some?" She indicates the bong, waits for an indication of 'yes' (who is going to turn down free weed, honestly), and pulls it over. She did come prepared for the quantity of people she guessed would be here tonight and she knows she's not the only one holding, so no big deal. They'll just partake until they're both too baked to give a shit about anything.