ABSFGHSRJS!! SMOKER!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!!? Maribelle strides over beside Smoker and whacks him over the head with her Parasol, standing on her tippy-toes to pull it off, but trying to whack some sense into him all the same!

"What are you thinking?!?! You don't just slap a man's drink out of his hand! Even if you are friends... Especially if you are friends! By the gods Smoker, if I'd caught my son doing something so disreputable, I'd have him drowning in official letters of apology!" Well Smoker wasn't her son, but after doing something so downright immature, she certainly felt he was less like an uncle and more like a troublesome nephew.