“Your baker’s going to think we’ve come to rob him.” A smile twitches at Athos’ lips as he imagines them marching into the shop fully armed. “Oh, very well.” He won’t win against Aramis’ stubbornness or Porthos’ baleful looks - and worst of all, both men know it. So he will eat cake, and stand around feeling at loose ends, and pointedly remind Aramis that he cannot, in fact, purchase all the cakes, no matter how much he wishes.

“But I’ll be having that drink, too."