Porthos smells it with a warm grin, taking the bowl into his hands and enjoying it deeply. "Melon shooting is for special occasions only," he vows, given that they've only ever done it on his birthday and to celebrate his ridding himself of those wings. Otherwise, it's just a waste of good melon.

"Besides, I'm not Athos," he promises. "I've already had bunches of cookies," he vows with a boyish grin.