The Jet - Dan and Hródolf and open
Dan had claimed the single seat beside the door. He argued that since he was one of the tallest people on the plane, he needed the space in front of him. He was also a bit too tall for the cabin, so moving around meant that he had to duck all the time. He'd explored the tiny plane, discovered where the food and the coffee lived for future reference, and then sat down with his new selection of books. A minimum of eight hours in the air meant a lot of time to sit in the comfy chair with his feet up, working his way through his books.
Hródolf had other plans, it seemed, and the little boy was soon on Dan's lap with his colors and his paper, drawing happily and leaning on Dan's fold-out table. Dan had to help, and wasn't allowed to read so now they were drawing airplanes and people going on holiday. At least, that was the brief, but neither of them were very good at drawing just yet. Hródolf had the excuse of being two years old. Dan was just not that good.