Who: Skwisgaar the Elder and Soren What: Father/Son bonding time Where: Sweden When: Lunchmeals time Warnings: Swearing, Poor speaking.
With one of Soren's weddings approaching quickly - the one that Skwisgaar had helped to plan and get set up - the older man needed to finalize certain things with his son. He knew that Soren only deserved the best, especially when it came to a wedding involving his life long best friend.
Skwisgaar had already had the food sent for and delivered to him. He set it out on the dining table, hoping that his son didn't mind native dishes. He hadn't figured that much out, himself - and it was likely that even if he had, he'd have forgotten it. Once the lunch was set out, he went back to his chair and sat down with a guitar, picking away at several trains of musical thought at once. He had been working on two of the songs he was currently playing specifically for Soren's weddings, and the third was just one that worked to make the other two sound halfway decent when played together.