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“So, let me get this straight.” Aramis looked at his Captain. “One of us needs to disguise himself as a woman.”
“Yes.”
“It certainly should be someone smallish.” Porthos added helpfully and quickly hid his grin behind his hand.
“And it should be someone with the right appearance.” D’Artagnan threw in his two cents.
“Well… only one of us has the perfect waistline to fit himself into a corset.” Aramis quickly stated before the fifth member of their little group had a chance to react.
As four sets of eyes zoned in on him Athos nearly choked on his wine.