Denmark turned to Iceland, glancing about before nodding. "There is one outside, just a couple of steps down the road. I will come with you," she said, holding up her own container. She raised her free hand to wave to Germany with a grin. "See you!" With that, she looked back to Iceland and tilted her head toward the door and began walking. As she came outside, her smile did not fade - it was cold, and she loved the feeling. The sun was setting, and the light glinted off Copenhagen's ocean down at the end of the road. Sighing happily, she set off to the bin and dropped her Skyr container inside it. She waited for Iceland so that she could say goodbye to him. She would be joining the drinking club tonight! 

France turned to America, slightly surprised at the suggestion. Well, then. "Paris - eet ees not so cold as Copenhagen or London, oui? I would be trés happy to host a meeting - I am ready for eet at any time." It was then that the Spaniard zoomed past him and did some sort of pouting face at him. It wasn't as beautiful as a pout, though. A bit overdone. He responded with a kiss in her direction, sound and all. And then he was being complimented by North. He grinned toothily. "Why, thank you, my Italian friend. C'est Lacoste - j'adore mon designer clothes. Mais - I will join you for zhe drinks," he confirmed with a nod. He followed the Italian outside, standing on the steps and watching him go before spotting the spectacle of Spain and Prussia. "Bonsoir, mes amis! Did I hear something about having zhe alcohol? I would appreciate a good glass of wine and maybe something a leetle beet stronger." He put his thumbs into his belt loops and sauntered down the steps in a very... French... manner.