France paused and deflated, his bravado interrupted by the arrival of two others. Oh. He straightened himself, cleared his throat. "You are free to come to the bar, of course, mais we three have some business to attend to later." It was his usual brand of rudeness - masked and hidden. It was indirect, telling them that they weren't fully included - after all, they couldn't possibly join their trio! 

At that moment, Denmark wafted toward them. She had heard the conversations being had, and had picked up on France's statement. It would not do to leave them with bad memories of Copenhagen - she needed people to like her. A bad experience here would automatically make them think of her. "Why don't we head to the Longboat? It is only a short walk down the road," she said with a smile. "Consider it on me, as I hosted you all tonight. It is only fair to treat you to some good Danish alcohol, no?" She laughed good heartedly and then gestured down the road.