[Juneberry]

"I should call my mom too to let her know about Flute. Thanks for reminding me." He smiled a bit, digging out his also rarely used cell phone. "I hate this thing but it does come in handy..." He dialed the phone number, calling it. To his surprise, an old friend answered. "Ah- Chini...Um...Why are you answering my house phone? Anyway, can you get my mom?" He waited, fidgetting slightly from anxiety over who answered. When she did, he spoke the first phrase he said in Norwegian, his native language.

"God middag, mor. Eh? You're learning English too? Well that's convenient. Oh- mor. Sis is in the area right now- she came extra early, so she's staying at a hotel for a little while. A friend helped her find the way and stuff. Hm? Yeah I'm in the play. I play a servant boy. You gonna come? Oh...Sorry to hear that. Well, take care of the livestock for me. And keep clear of billy. Only dad should touch that beast..."

He hung up with a sigh after the conversation. "So mom's learning English. I hope with all of it I won't lose my ways with Norwegian words..." He laughed a bit, smiling to himself. At least his mother had been well.

((Note: I used an online translator. God middag means good afternoon, and mor is mother. :3))