Well Bill's heart went and grew about 5 sizes. Klaus was adorable, the cutest kid he'd ever seen and twelve times as eager. He could see a little of the man he cared about in those big soulful eyes, as excited about pancakes as he ever was. It was a little reassuring to be recognized and Bill nodded as he lead the way into the kitchen. "That's me, I'm Bill."
He hummed as he considered Klaus' words, like it was serious business. "Three? I don't know," Bill said as he placed his hands on his hips. "I guess three will be okay," he said like he'd finally decided.
"Now come sit up here," Bill said as he helped hoist him up to sit on the counter beside the sink. "And wash your hands while I just-" he grabbed his wand, sending ingredients toward the bowl that came sailing from the cupboard. On the stove a frypan turned itself on and he turned the water on for little Klaus.