Klaus isn’t phased by the expression. His siblings look at him like that all the time. Not to mention Reggie’s face. Bewilderment and disappointment are everyday looks.

“Oh, good. Cause I feel like it’s sad if you didn’t, but also sometimes it’s useful. More for sounding like you’re wise. Anyway, no. I’m not from Norway. Meant to go there once, but who has the time when the world’s always ending?” He waves it off like it’s a normal, every day thing to say to someone. “But you didn’t give me your name, and I’m not sure what to call you. Hot guy number one is actually not polite. I try to avoid the numbers. My dad was the number guy. Gave us all numbers for names. I’m Number Four. But mom gave me the name Klaus. So that was nice of her.”