Vanya's stomach clenched when she saw Klaus in the kitchen. For two reasons, really. The first was that he didn't seem to have much success in the kitchen. She wouldn't say he'd started any fires. He'd just come close to starting fires. The second reason was that she loved him and she was worried about what would happen when she left.

For all that her family sometimes - or most of the time - treated her as if she were an outsider, she really loved them.

So, even though she wasn't going to tell Klaus about her plans, she did pull a chair up to the counter. If she could have a last conversation with him before she left, so much the better.

"I was looking for Mom or Pogo, but... I don't suppose you'd be willing to make another pancake or two." That was at least something he couldn't screw up too badly, especially now that she was here and keeping an eye on him. They were all the same age, born only hours apart, but Klaus always felt like the youngest.