"Wow. You come into my hou-" Wait. "Uh...nevermind. This is technically my house, but it's like we're in a ship apartment building. So..." Yeah. That joke doesn't quite work here.

Klaus lets himself get distracted by the thought of ice cream, though. "I can't even be mad about that. But I hope it's not your last meal and that you like...don't go too far off the deep end."