You were walking the streets, when you saw your newly moved swedish next door neighbor Iver. He was with his a year old son, shopping for groceries.

Upon seeing you, he smiled and waved his hand.

"God morgon!"

He facepalmed, realizing he greeted you with his native language but continued despite his embarrassment.

"Uhm.. My son will be with my ex-wife later.. Would you like to visit our house..? Just the two of us?"

He asked timidly.