Porthos secured them a bottle of champagne, as promised, before joining her at the table, and it wasn't long before he was telling her stories of his time with the Musketeers. And he was a good storyteller if, in fact, you had a fondness for the loud and the colourful. For the boisterous. Champagne flowed more slowly when he told a tale of real danger and suspense, and then more quickly again when he switched to something of a more humorous nature, a story involved very silly smugglers operating out of Fécamp, all of which ended up locked inside their own hold.

"All of that to smuggle wigs," Porthos snickered, clearly fondly remembering this Normand adventure. "They were convinced they were going to catch on!" Which was obviously ludicrous.