When Berwald and Peter got to the airport, Tina's flight was already boarding. They hurried as fast as they could to the terminal. When they reached it, they were stopped by a man. Berwald sighed and looked down at the man. "L'ok, w're n't 'ct'ally fly'ng." The man shook his head. "You can't come through."
"N't 'v'n t' l't th' b'y s'y g'odb'e t' th' l've 'f h's l'fe?"
The man leveled a stare at Berwald. "No."
Berwald sighed and turned to Peter, shrugging. "'m s'rry, P't'r."
Just then, another man walked up, searching his pack and his pockets. "Boarding pass, sir?"
The man held up a finger, still searching. "Just give me a moment, I know I've got it here - if you'd just - could you hold that for a second. There we go - now - it's - if you could just hang on to this…" Berwald watched the man, and was surprised when the stranger turned slightly and winked at him. Berwald could plainly see the ticket poking out of his back pocket, and he smiled.
"'nl'ss..."
Peter looked up at him. "What?"
"D' y'u w'nt t' m'ke a r'n f'r 't?"
"Hold on to that."
Peter's eyes widened. "Do you think I should?"
Berwald smiled. "Ye'h."
"OK."
Peter hesitated for a second, and as the man at the desk was helping the other man find his ticket, Peter ran past them. "Y's!"
The man took his things back from the airport employee and shrugged. "I must have left them where I was having a cup of coffee. I'm sorry."
Peter turned the corner and saw the security checkpoint. He froze for a moment before sprinting up to the metal detector and jumping over a security officer as the man bent down. Other security officers in the area saw this and immediately started running after him, but he had a head start, and was slightly faster. He ran past shops and dodged people, all while making the officers look like fools. He reached Gate 36 and looked around, and he spotted Tina at the front. He snuck past security as the only three there turned to watch Arthur shake his naked ass on live television. Just as Tina got to the door, Peter caught up to her.
"Tina."
The girl turned around, looking slightly confused. "Peter?"
Peter smiles. "I thought you didn't know my name."
Tina laughed. "Course I do!"
Peter heard footsteps and turned. The security had caught up with him. "Oh Jesus. Here, I've got to run."
When Peter came out of the airport, escorted by security, Berwald had the biggest smile on his face. The men left, and Berwald nodded at Peter, making the boy confused. He felt a tap on his shoulder, and turned around. There, right in front of him, was Tina. Before he could say anything, she kissed him on the cheek and ran off. Peter just turned to face Berwald and the two shared a smile. Peter rushed up to Berwald and jumped into his arms, being spun around by the bigger man.
Lukas' father had led Lukas' sister and Bertram through town to the restaurant he worked at. Somewhere along the way, it seemed as though they had picked up half of the district. The three of them walked into the restaurant, while everyone else who tagged along hung around the door. Bertram walked up to the front desk and confronted the man. "Hvor er Lukas?" "Where is Lukas?"
The man shrugged. "Hvorfor skal jeg fortelle deg?" "Why should I tell you?"
Lukas' father stood beside Bertram. "Denne mannen ønsker å gifte seg med ham." "This man wants to marry him."
The man behind the counter looked affronted. "Han kan ikke gjøre det - han er vår beste servitør." "He can't do that - he's our best waiter."
Bertram looked around the restaurant, and noticed Lukas on the second floor. Lukas looked up from serving a two topper (table of two) and noticed Bertram, along with his family and half of his neighborhood. He walked hlafway down the stairs and stopped. Bertram smiled. "God kveld, Lukas." "Good evening, Lukas."
Lukas nodded. "God kveld, Bertram." "Good evening, Bertram."
"Vakker Lukas ... Jeg har kommet hit med sikte på å spørre deg ... til ekteskap meg. Jeg vet at jeg synes en sinnssyk person fordi jeg kjenner deg knapt, men noen ganger ting er så åpenhet, de trenger ikke bevismessig bevis. Og jeg vil bebo her, eller du kan bebo med meg i England." "Beautiful Lukas... I've come here with a view to asking you...to marriage me. I know I seems an insane person because I hardly knows you but sometimes things are so transparency, they don't need evidential proof. And I will inhabit here, or you can inhabit with me in England."
Everyone there who could speak Norwegian looked torn between hitting Bertram upside the head and patting him on the back for trying. Obviously he needed more Norwegian lessons.
Lukas' sister rolled her eyes. "Definitivt gå til England, girl. Du vil møte Prince William -Da du kan gifte seg med ham i stedet." "Definitely go to England, girl. You'll meet Prince William -then you can marry him instead."
Bertram scowled and continued. "Selvfølgelig jeg ikke forventer at du skal være så tåpelig som meg, og selvfølgelig jeg prediksjon du sier nei ... men det er jul, og jeg ville bare ... sjekk." "Of course I don't expecting youto be as foolish as me, and of course I prediction you say no... but it's Christmasand I just wanted to...check."
"Å Gud - si ja, du radmager idiot." "Oh, God - say yes, you skinny moron."
Lukas smiled and nodded. "Thank you. That will be nice. Yes is being my answer. Easy question."
Lukas' dad peeked over Bertram's shoulder (he's short). "Hva sa du?" "What did you say?"
"Ja, selvfølgelig." "Yes, of course."
Bertram smiled up at Lukas. "You learned English?"
Lukas smiled in return. "Just in cases."
