Because he had his back turned, Pete almost spit out his precious lone cigarette across the back yard. So much for trying to hide his bad habit. Or that particular bad habit, at any rate. Those nicotine patches weren't cutting it.
Oh well, he was already caught, so he gave her a scrunchy faced staring at before finishing with one last puff, and going back inside. He also left the door open, because the threat level was low and he was apparently born in a British barn.
"Wot did you want me t'unload now, Petal?" he asked, loosening his tie even more and pushing his rolled up shirt sleeves over his elbows, so he could dig right back into the...lot n' lots of stuff. Necessary stuff, but stuff nonetheless! "You should've moved into a house ages ago."