Talk? He looked over at her, curiously, then looked around them as it dawned on him. "Oh. Maybe, yeah." He got to his feet, brushing off the grass, then held a hand out to her. "I saw a spot when I was going to the apothecary. A little table under the trees. It didn't look like anyone's used it in ages..."
He carried the water, and she had the ice, and they headed through the carnival, hand in hand.
He wasn't sure what there was to talk about, but she thought there was something, so. He gestured as they turned the corner, toward a little table and a bench, under a madly overgrown tree. It was shady and dim, and off the beaten path.