Klaus doesn’t expect too much, but an obvious ghost child seems surprising. Klaus has been so glad they have levitation to avoid the tomato soup vibes. Stepping in it once was enough. So they are just floating up above it.

“Nice. Dino nuggies. Are there more of those?” Trusting himself around kids? Yeah, no. But when they’re dead, does anything actually matter? “It’s too bad so many feet have been in this tomato soup, this would be great to dip your grilled cheese in. But feet…” A sigh. “Alas.”