"I'm leaning towards this raspberry champagne one that's light as anything," Porthos praises with a dreamy smile on his face. "You could come with us," he offers to Athos. " Promise, there won't be any mistletoe and the most we'll ask you to do is eat some cake." Obviously Athos will come on the hunt; he doesn't think that's up for discussion. "Only a quick hunt," he says sternly. "We're not going out there do long you might freeze."