Klaus is just out here trying to get their own food and existing when the chandelier falls. He's pouting at the bits of crystal in his mashed potatoes. This is wholly unfair to him for very many reasons.

"I hate when this happens," they mutter before noticing that someone else is there and complaining. "That thing's been falling all over, honestly. I don't know what's going on." They sigh before moving to put their plate of destroyed food down. "Do you...uh...need help with that?"