[He'd been about to ask for clarification when Ivar beat him to the punch.
Five. Five!
He covered his face with both his hands to hide a smile that was almost so wide it hurt his face. He dragged his hands down his face, still smiling away, and scratched his fingers through his beard.] You... did not mention that. [He couldn't stop smiling.
He took the phone, not sure why it was being handed to him, though he quickly understood.] She's beautiful, Ivar.
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Five. Five!
He covered his face with both his hands to hide a smile that was almost so wide it hurt his face. He dragged his hands down his face, still smiling away, and scratched his fingers through his beard.] You... did not mention that. [He couldn't stop smiling.
He took the phone, not sure why it was being handed to him, though he quickly understood.] She's beautiful, Ivar.