"You have to let me go to get it," Porthos protests, his voice light with laughter as he tries to wriggle out of Aramis' hold, grinning at him as he breaks free to fetch the cake and some forks, along with a tablecloth and the scarf. He brings his pile of gifts back to the bed and throws the cloth over the sheets before handing the fork and cake to Aramis.

"Here," he says. "Let's start this way."