Porthos grins at Aramis, like he has no idea how heavy he actually is, when really of course he does. He leans forward to scoop up some of the still-warm cake onto a fork, leaning back and biting her tongue hopefully as he offers it to Aramis, as if he's still actually concerned that the man is going to say anything bad about it.

"I loved watching you eat," Porthos confesses. "Drinking was even better, especially back at the garrison on my birthday nights. Right from the jug."