[...okay, well, that's completely, utterly fair because how does huaisang know klaus won't murder him? he doesn't, which is why he's got the right idea being uncertain— even if he's for sure not planning to.

oh, hello there, fan. klaus's eyes follow it closely, brows lifting with interest then he withdraws the vegetable.]

Then ignore what I babbled before and just pretend I said, “It's magic!” Okay? Okay, cool, problem solved.

[and with that figured out, he's briefly going back to his cucumber, pushing the left side of his coat aside to reach for the knife he has there.] So, sweetheart, considering your lack of fridge knowledge... I'm assuming you have no idea how the lightswitches and shit work, either.