[Unfortunately, Finland doesn't notice Sweden's kindness, too wrapped up in the view to look back at him. All right, it doesn't look like any of his cities; they tend to have a familiarity to them even when he can't remember what they're called, but this has to be one of Sweden's, right? And he's only seen a few of them.

...Still, they seemed oddly familiar too, if not in the same way as his own did. Norway, then? Or Denmark or... whatever is beyond the sea to the south. Whoever.]

Are you sure? `It looks like the Silent World. We might just be too far south. [He frowns, turning back to Sweden.] How're going to get back hom-- oh, is that for me? [It doesn't matter what drink it is, Finland's suddenly aware that he's thirsty. But Sweden can have the chair. He's too on edge to sit.]