"I don't," Val confessed with a soft laugh. "Well, briefly when I was a teenager, but my mother soon put a stop to that. ...Elliot, however, loves his fine cigars and exotic tobaccos, and when I'm here I can't help but indulge a little."

Smiling, he tapped the pipe out neatly, and put it down as he rose to his feet. "Come on, I'll show you the gardens while the lads get themselves pulled together. It's going to take a few fingers of something strong to get Reginald back to his usual sedated self. We've got time to wander a little."