“Me? I am the very picture of good cheer.” Athos hasn’t missed the exchange about the weather; though Porthos and Aramis have developed the annoying habit of fretting over each other like children from time to time, this seems a bit much, even for them, and he briefly cocks a brow at Porthos before returning to the matter of cake. “I really don’t see why you need my help in this particular endeavor."