Klaus liked him, he decided it immediately. Because he was pretty and because he knew that Klaus was right, this was their house. But most especially because he offered to make them pancakes. They didn't get pancakes often, dad was always telling the importance of a proper breakfast, something that would fuel them rather than something that was just sweet nonsense. But mom made them pancakes sometimes, and Klaus had always loved it. And now here was this man who was offering to make him pancakes.
"Yeah!" He agreed eagerly. "I love pancakes. Did mom tell you that?" He asked him and then paused for a moment looking at him as he tilted his head to one side, he was familiar too, in the same way that the house was familiar. "You're Bill?" He said it like a question, but it was the sort of question where he was nearly positive he'd gotten the answer right.
Which didn't happen often. But this was something he thought he knew.
Klaus ran forward and took Bill's hand tugging him toward the kitchen. "Can I have three pancakes?" He asked him because well, normally mom only made them two but three would be amazing.