"There is pizza too? Robert is vegetarian---"

Fredrik interrupted Erik and put a hand on the older Swede's arm in assurance. It had all been sorted so Erik didn't need to worry about the Brit's dietary requirements. Everything would be cool.

"It's ok, we've sorted the pizzas haven't we, Mikkel? Oh, what tea are you making?"

The bassist now trying to distract Erik more as Mikkel had the bag in his hands. For once both boys were more sober than usual.

"We're not drunk this time! Not as trashed as we usually are."