Belle steps out behind the gym for the usual stoner spot. She pulls out a pipe and a bag of pot, and begins to pack her bowl, giving a simple... 'Sup. ... to everyone present. She doesn't seem to take note of anyone in particular, merely acknowledging the souls present and carrying on her own path forward. Once done packing, she expertly brings the pipe to her lips and strikes a lighter once, twice, thrice before it ignites and begins heating the herb of life she so loves.