Aarne giggled and laid down on the top of the wall to bury his face in his hands, hair everywhere and shaking with laughter.

"Nej. Du borde komma ut och titta på hans kuk." Aarne told the Swede looking down at him and then watched Robert washing his hands. "Jag ska prata med honom om dig."

Aarne was still laughing too hard to get down from the wall when Robert turned around. "You have no sense of decorum."

Aarne laughs and shakes his head at the Brit. "I'm trying to help him."

"With what?" Robert asked and immediately sent Aarne into such laughter he almost fell into the stall off the wall. This was a riot.

"Ska jag berätta vad du behöver hjälp med?" He asked Erik once he had his balance.