"I'd love to make a jacket with you. We could make jackets for everyone on the tour! Us too."

Fredrik kissed Mikkel on the cheek and then went to see what Ulrik and Ivar were up to. Mick was trying to scrub the lipstick words from his father's t-shirt with little avail. Ted, however, was laughing and ruffling up his son's hair.

"Who is this? Brat? What the fuck is going on?"

Sigurd now sending messages to Syn's phone.