Jason's grin doesn't dim for the lack of present cookies. He knows where Porthos and Aramis live, and none of the windows in Bramford besides Allison's are anywhere close to properly secured. He could probably get there and back with several in the time it takes Porthos to get a drink.

"Too much swordfighting to do at home, I guess," he says, already sure Porthos isn't carrying any of his weapons now, which is a shame, but Allison probably wouldn't appreciate any impromptu sparring between them, however curious Jason is. "You use a schiavona, right?"