"Hey, Five.” Klaus grins as he wraps an arm around your shoulder while peering at the goldfish Five is holding. "You think I could snack on this little guy?"

Five's grip tightens on the plastic bag, and you can't help but smirk at the absurdity of the question. The goldfish swims aimlessly in its clear, temporary home, oblivious to the fate it's just been proposed. "My goldfish isn’t a snack, you fool.”