Aramis smiles, taking care to let the water reach just the right temperature before he pours it into the press. He sets the contraption in front of Athos with the grounds still swirling.

"You must press this bit down," he instructs, "In a few minutes time." He fetches three cups and sets them down, then turns to Porthos. "Sit and eat, you are far too large for hovering." With his eyes, he motions towards the chair closest to Athos. "I'll bring us cake."