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At first, Porthos had been stymied when it'd come to Athos' true present for the holidays. It so often seemed like he didn't need or want anything, but Porthos had found the most perfect and expensive of jackets for Aramis and his new motorcycle that he knew he had to be fair and find something in turn for Athos. In the end, what he turns to isn't actually truly worth the same in monetary value, but is much more of a promise he intends to keep.
He's visited the printer and had two sets of cards commissioned, brought with him in boxes that he then wraps in shiny silver and gold. With that finished, he sets them under the tree and waits until he's finished a batch of spiced cookies to go with the brandy he sets out, waiting now for Athos. This is a gift he wants to open with just them and if Athos accepts, then he'll bring in Aramis.
No sense disappointing Aramis unnecessarily, no matter how much Porthos is bursting with a need to share this with him. He's terrible when it comes to keeping secrets after all.
He's visited the printer and had two sets of cards commissioned, brought with him in boxes that he then wraps in shiny silver and gold. With that finished, he sets them under the tree and waits until he's finished a batch of spiced cookies to go with the brandy he sets out, waiting now for Athos. This is a gift he wants to open with just them and if Athos accepts, then he'll bring in Aramis.
No sense disappointing Aramis unnecessarily, no matter how much Porthos is bursting with a need to share this with him. He's terrible when it comes to keeping secrets after all.