"Eurgh, we've got our mid-way meetings today." Porthos groaned, throwing a piece of toast back onto his plate.
"Our what?" D'Artagnan asked, taking a sip of juice.
"Our mid-way meetings," Athos repeated, "basically we have to go and see the head of camp and he just checks up on us."
"Aka Aramis' uncle." Porthos laughed, Aramis rolled his eyes fondly.
"Oh cool," D'Artagnan replied, "when do we go?"
"We normally just called out." Porthos told him.
"I can hardly wait." Aramis muttered sarcastically.
"Surely it's not as bad for you?" D'Artagnan asked, "With him being your uncle and all."
"It's worse!" Aramis argued, "He tried to have this horrible deep and meaningful chats with me." The rest of the boys laughed at the look of disgust on Aramis' face.
As the day went on, Aramis waited for his turn to go in for the meeting. He was in the middle of archery, his favourite activity, when D'Artagnan, who was before him in the register, told him to go and see Treville.
Aramis walked as slowly as he could to Treville's office, hoping that the longer he took, the shorter the meeting would be. As he reached his office, he swung the door open, Treville looked up from his laptop.
"Ah, Aramis." He smiled, "You're supposed to knock, you know?"
"I'm good." Aramis smirked, taking a seat on the chair opposite the desk.
"So," Treville started, leaning forward, "how are you?"
"Okay." Aramis shrugged.
"Having fun?"
"I guess." Aramis replied.
"Well that's good," he paused, "you've got a lot of friends here."
"Yeah." Aramis shrugged, wondering what his uncle was getting at.
"Are you not friends with anyone?" Treville asked, acting casually.
