Oh no, oh no, this is spiraling out of control. Wolfgang digs their fingernails into their skin.
“I, I, I —” Their mind stumbles over itself. “It, uh, um, it's a little early... for that.”
Was that diplomatic? Are they going to offend one of them? Or both?
“I, um...” They swallow hard. “I know,” they whisper, not sure if they're supposed to answer that. They're going to cause a scene and Wolfgang is going to literally die.