Porthos could probably use a bit of a wash himself after the yoga, but he's not so bad that neither of them can bear to be around him. He takes the hair product and uncaps it to work some into his palm and then into Aramis' hair, grinning at Aramis and then Athos with a guileless shrug. "I can't really decide between five and Aramis told me there's such a thing as the groom's cake," he says excitedly, working the product to the depths of it. tipping his head forward to get to the back.

"I'll even purchase you two drinks. Sometimes, they've got champagne at the shop," he says with an excited grin. He peers up at Aramis and taps his knee. "Entertain him while I change, will you?"