["Can go somewhere else; it's up to you", Denmark had said. Norway decides to take him very literally. He leads him out of that public space to somewhere more private, away from prying eyes.
He takes him out into fresh air, and into a shaded wood. The footpath they take is easy, but covered with leaves, looking to be little-travelled as of late. Though they don't walk for long, they seem to put quite a distance between themselves and that place where they had been. All the while, Norway doesn't look at him. His head is down, and his lips are moving, just slightly; breathing a spell of diversion. If anyone happens to come across this path -- well, they'll remember some pressing matter they need to take care of, and leave it.
After a time, they reach a stream with a grassy bank. Norway sits down, and motions for Denmark to do the same. Breathes in deeply, then says:]
'S as private as we're goin' to get without actually bein' at my place, I'd think.
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