"I haven't heard of him," Skwisgaar admitted. Of course, he hadn't heard of a lot of places. Geography wasn't his thing. "If you adopted him, wouldn't that make him part of Sweden now?"

He'd been steadily drifting toward the nearby table throughout their conversation, and at this point simply straddled the bench and took a seat, reaching for the gingersnaps. Despite disliking foods with strong flavours, he rather enjoyed the cookies. Toki's sweet tooth must be rubbing off on him.