"Ah, Hemnes," he said as he took the plank out of her hands, trying to not crack up. "Lovely. It's so... Scandinavian." He set down the piece and bent down to the open box, examining the contents.
"Sweden's great exports to the world," he said. "ABBA, pickled herring, and easy to assemble furniture." He shrugged. "Only slightly makes up for their Quidditch team being rubbish, I suppose."