It takes a moment before Thorir answers again - he must have leaned back up too quickly, judging by the dizzy spell that is hitting him, but he understands the attempt to change the subject for what it is, and it's not like talking about the kids is something that he is opposed to on principle.

"That they are." He's obviously proud of them, though this also reminds him that they need to head back to Símon - he should be sleeping soundly, but who knows. "That's Frigg and Inger, the eldest, and then there's little Símon in the stroller over there." The girls look up at him, and after a moment supply: "And this is afi." Clearly 'gramps' is totally a name.