The turtle pulled the other seat beside the table. He settled his staff against the wall with a soft clink before he sat in the other chair.

He raised a scaly brow at the quips, but it wasn't clearly visible under his hat. He felt calm with a tiny bit of curiosity. Aramis was completely unruffled by having an older woman show up at his door with food. Though he had left the door open to the hall so no untoward thoughts could be made about the meeting.

"I hope you will act as collar and sleeve." He plucked some lint off his robe and flicked it away from the table. Then he settled more comfortably on his seat. "I believe it's a Musketeer. Like a candy bar."