"Meibel! Let's go somewhere else!" Frederick laughed, looking around at the morning bustle of the courtyard.
"Where?"
He was smiling, and then suddenly grabbed her up and over his shoulder, like she was a sack of flour.
"Frederick? What are you doing?"
He stopped in the middle of the garden, setting her down in a patch of grass.
"Better?" he asked, sitting down next to her.
"I suppose… What are we doing here?"
"It was too crowded before."
"We could have just gone inside somewhere," Meibel suggested.
"After last time?"
"Oh, right, good point," she said, blushing and looking away.