quietly sitting near the church's altar, muttering a prayer.

rubs his eyes and-- WHY THE FUCK IS HE WEARING A TUTU?!

won't say he isn't worried given the protests in Turkey, but... He hopes that idiot is well.

doesn't have much for the Dane as the last time they've talked might as well have been when the other was still playing Viking. He does have cake, though, and beer to offer.

puts the phone aside after having his ears red from talking to his son. How come he raised kids so mad about football...

...doesn't get why he's being mixed for a hobo.

curled up in a blanket, dying with cold — Why is it snowing?!

sent a cake to Norway for the day. Might as well be nice to the guy who sells him codfish...

he needs to tell his children the difference between 'mother' and 'father'. But of course, he's making the pastéis to send them anyway.

smoking his pipe, serious and contemplative today.