Lotte took it, clutching it tightly. "I'll stick with email unless it's an emergency," she promised, before getting swept up in the hug. The words didn't make any sense to her, but that was alright - since she was little, she'd known that with music it didn't matter about the language - it was the tone and the emotion. It wasn't that different with speaking and she hugged him more tightly, fighting to not cry anymore.
When she finally pulled away though, she was sniffling. "It's easy - just crkarsten at gmail dot com." She swallowed hard. "Tell me about Peru? And your mother?"