Porthos laughs as he dredges himself to his feet, groaning for the ache he still feels, but is quick to dig out his money and hurry to the counter. "You go make sure they keep the plank down for us," he instructs to Aramis, wanting to surprise him with the cakes that he's picking. Biting his lip, he grins as he looks at the array and picks up the chocolate one, but also a vanilla one with heaps and heaps of frosting.