"Alright d'Artagnan, what mischief have you gotten yourself into this time?" Athos groans.
"Well... you see... Porthos made this bet with me..." d'Artagnan stutters, trying to find a plausible excuse to give his mentor.
"Oh really?" Athos lifts an incredulous eyebrow "And what exactly was this bet?"
Looking down at his feet d'Artagnan mutters something under his breath.
"I'm sorry? What was that you just said?" Athos asks, watching in amusement as d'Artagnan's face turns a deep shade of beetroot.
"I said 'Porthos bet that he could beat me in a race to the other side of the city'"
Staring in confusion at his protégé "How did you lose that bet?" Athos asks "You're the fastest runner out of all of us."
"We also had to give our wives a piggyback at the same time." d'Artagnan mumbles.
Hearing this Athos bursts out laughing at the mental image of Elodie and Constance holding onto Porthos and d'Artagnan's backs as they ran through the streets of Paris.