Sam came with with the pair and they found Nathan and Katrina in the studio with Dick Knubbler, the producer extroidinaire, pounding out some lyrics. Judy nearly bowled her father over in her enthusiam to embrace him, making him smile and blush. "I missed you," he said quite low. Judy kissed him on the cheek. "Well did you guys have a good time?," he rumbled.
"Jah, but it's too hots down dere," Toki explains. "I gots a tans cause I couldn't wear my shirt, it was so hots."
Sam and his mother stayed with Nathan, for after he got done in the studio he was giving them (well, mostly Sam) a tour of Mordhaus, and he was hardly grumbling at all. Mostly. Toki and Judy decided after saying hi to Murderface to just watch some tv until the guests arrived. Toki fidgeted, unsure of how to behave, or of what to expect. He had no social skills or much common sense, due to the unique, abusive childhood he'd had, even though he was a billionaire rock star.
After some time a Klokateer announced they had visitors, and Judy bade him send them there, right away. "I'm kinda excited, Toki," Judy tells him.
"Why is thats?," he wonders. "I would thinks you be upsets with me."
"No way, Tokipants! I'd love to have your son around."
"What if he's not--"
"Shh, here they come!," she shushed.
"This way, madame," ushered the hooded employee, holding the door open for a curvy red-haired woman and a little boy who stared wide-eyed at everything in his vision. The woman was medium height with short reddish hair and blue-green eyes, dressed very well with her pantsuit and designer purse, looking mighty impressed with Mordhaus. She spotted Toki and greeted him in Norwegian. "Hello," she said in English in a distinct accent. "I'm Tanya," she shook Judy's hand.
"Hi," said the girl back, suddenly feeling underdressed in her t-shirt and shorts. "I'm Judy."
"And this is Keeson," she presented the six year old who was big-eyed in wonder. The child was round-faced with dark blue eyes and strawberry blond hair.
"Hey theres, Keeson," Toki smiled at him.
"Your English still stinks," joked Tanya. "You never paid attention."
"Mommy," said Keeson. "You know a member of Dethklok? For reals?" He also spoke passable English.
"Yah, honey, I was friends with him before you were born," she said. "We're here to..ah, visit. Isn't Mordhaus great?"
"Yah, it is! It's awesome!," the boy gushed. And he burst forth in a happy babble of Norwegian, which Toki responded back in their language. "It's so cools that you are from Norway like us!," Keeson declared.
Tanya stepped forward and gathered Toki up in an embrace, saying, "It's beens a long time, Toki. It's good to see you."
The rhythm guitarist's face flushed when she pulled away to eye Judy. "It's good to see you too, Judy. He needed to find somebody to love him. Well, I suppose we has certain business to attend to?"
"We can goes to Ofdensen and he can do's all that legal mambo-jambo. Judys, do you minds watching Keeson for a whiles?"
"No, Toki, we can play games and watch tv," Judy answers, feeling a bit overwhelmed at this classy, accomplished, self-posessed woman she'd invited into their lives. Toki gave her a quick but tender kiss as he turned to take Tanya to the conference room.
"She's a cute kid," she told him in their native tongue as they exited the room. "Makes me feel old," she laughed.
"She's awesome," Toki speaks. "Tanya?"
"Yes?"
"Thanks for coming."
"What the holy dog fuck, ish thish place a day care schenter now?," stormed Murderface when he discovered Judy and Keeson hanging out. He was a bit miffed he was left out of giving Sam a tour of Mordland and feeling nasty.
"Shut up, Murderface this is Toki's...uh..this is Keeson," she finished lamely. Then she shot the bassist a Nathanesque murderous look.
"Ohhh...haha, yeah," Murderface remembered Toki's predicament. "Wanna go pull the fire drill?"
"Dammit Murderface," shrieked Judy. "Don't teach him bad stuff!"
"Look around you, Judy," Murderface said. "Does thish look like a family friendly environment?"
Judy had to admit he had a point. They spent the next several minutes arguing over what direction to take Planet Piss in next with Keeson giggling at the funny adults, and then Toki came back alone. "Hey guys," he hailed. "Tanya will be back ins a minutes, so we can just pals around if you wants. Hey, wants to see my models airplanes?," he asked the six year old.
"Okay!," he shouted. It was cute watching them play with Toki's models, and he didn't even get angry when the boy accidently broke one and was quite apologetic about it.
"Is okay," Toki assured him. "I has dozens other ones." Keeson tried helping him clean up the pieces and the child looked up at the man with strangely knowing eyes.
"Ares you my father?," he asked bluntly.
"I...I don't knows," Toki said truthfully.
"I wish...," the boy began, then caught himself. Then he yawned.
"Maybe he shoud have a nap," suggested Judy. That would keep down the questions, for a while at least.