Klaus beamed at that, catching Five's shoulders and kissing the top of his head quickly before letting him go with a singular gentle shake , "Five, you are a brilliant fifty-eight year old baby genius. Color. It was missing color."

He turned back to Grace then, "How's it feel now?" It wasn't that the outfit had been drab before, it was just that it had been monochrome, too much of one color, which Five had fixed in one fell sweep.