"Ah, so professor then," Klaus replies with his own cheeky smile, before his expression settles into something a little more thoughtful. "That makes sense. I can do that. I used to scribble down my thoughts a lot when I was younger. A notebook will probably work a lot better than my bedroom walls."

He takes another sip of his coffee and bites his lip as he thinks, nodding a bit. Writing things down won't help the physical terror of the spirits coming for him, but he can write down how he feels after. It couldn't hurt.

"Maybe we can go get something to eat, and stop by the stationary store after," Klaus says hopefully, looking at Obi-Wan over the rim of his mug. "So, writing things down. What comes next?"