The Jet - Dan and Hródolf and Bryn
"Nan! [Look! We drawing pictures.] Hair plane, see?" Hródolf blurted out as soon as his Nan was finished talking, his speech a mix of Old Norse and English. Hródolf had drawn his attempt at the plane they were in, a very excellent purple and green scribble. Dan had added wings and a cloud, and he'd been drawing a stickman attached to a rectangle, but Hródolf wanted to show Bryn. Dan lifted his hands just in time to prevent a scrawl that would have ruined everything, the page was lifted up and the little boy clambered down from Dan's legs to go over to Bryn.
"That's, uh, that's my dad. He's holding his suitcase," Dan explained as the page got waved about, having already given up on trying to get Hródolf to hold the picture still, "and I was going to add a coffee as well. You know, to make it more authentic."
"Look, Nan, look. Is Jack. Jack got clothes for vayshun, and toys and candy and books. Books like Dans," Hródolf added, taking his cues from Dan as he held onto Bryn's knee with one hand and shoved the drawing at her. He clearly knew what a suitcase was for.