"I know. It really does." And it seemed like some higher power had it in for Klaus. Why bring Dave at all, to just send him away a couple of weeks later. If the guy had even been in the hotel that long. Diego hadn't actually seen him or talked to him, so he couldn't say.
"Why don't we go to the kitchen and see if we can find the stuff to make waffles? I'm sure we can manage pancakes, at least. Maybe there's bacon too." The attempt to distract Klaus seemed flat even to Diego, but he had to try something. It wasn't like he'd be interested in sparring or knife throwing, so food seemed like the best best thing.