Porthos chuckles and gives a low look of interest to Aramis as he speaks, a smirk on his lips. "Or I could plant myself on a chair within the view of your spyglass and let you have a show," he says, nudging his fork towards the plate to tell Aramis that he ought to eat. "C'mon, eat dinner, because I made a special treat for dessert."

He's excited about it, loves the nostalgia of it, wants to experience that again. "It's a special one."