"I know," Porthos admits, it's just a lot to hand over, which is why Aramis is going to do it for him. He peers over his shoulder and pinches Aramis' arse. "Okay, switch with me. I want scalloped potatoes with dinner and the rate you're going, we'll have them for brunch." He takes the slicer to get the peel off, working at it as he stares at Aramis. "I might have to buy a new suit, if we're meant to impress."