Porthos likes the suggestion. He grins as he leans over to kiss Aramis for the thoughtfulness of it, getting up so he can fetch the tools he keeps in order to assemble the motor. It does end up a complicated thing, but fifteen minutes later, he leans over to plug it into the outlet, holding it up as it alights and begins to spin and dance.

"Well? You think it'll make her want to be a Musketeer?"