Porthos takes the Captain into his arms with great affection, curling the thing in (harder now that he's larger, but not impossible). He still peeks into the fridge to see the state of it, but Athos is right. It's not remotely to his liking and will take a great deal of work to improve. Still, there's wine waiting and Athos seems as if he has something he wants to discuss. Porthos sets the cat free and wanders to the table for his wine, dragging out his chair and happily claiming a glass.

"Miss us?" he wonders, a teasing smile on his lips.