Manolo, maybe a landscaper, or maybe a hidden ashtray. Which the latter was most likely. Gary's stress smoking had been hidden away from the Monarch long enough to not be caught since they moved into the house. He likely had a system. Or collected and tossed the butts before going to bed. He'd hate for Manolo to get one of those speeches.

He managed to chuckle when she spoke. "Well, sounds like." The nicotine had helped some of that nervous energy, he even managed to grin a little looking her way. "Remember when you had to reprimand us all for the fight over which was better, the Princess Bride or Star Wars." The poor cocoon if fights like that happened often. Though, it was likely just a screaming match with far too many henches involved. "The council has to be a little better than that, right?" He spoke before ashing off to the side.

A drink was starting to sound good, he looked back to the sky then back to her again after another drag. "If I sneak back in and get a drink, you want anything, and would you hold this?" He spoke, motioning with the hand holding the cigarette. Sneaking back in smelling of smoke was one thing, having the cigarette in hand was another.