"Oh, so if Ulrik sits on Mick's lap then who do I get on mine? I don't bite, girls."

Ted offering a cheeky wink which caused Fredrik to snort out giggles. Mick just slapped his dad on the arm for being a crass bastard. Ulrik and Ivar both smirked because the old man was a riot. Sigurd knew he'd end up with two giggling blond boys on his lap. If Rekker were here he'd find it hilarious no doubt.

"I don't mind who I sit with."

Ulrik shrugging and looking around at everyone.