Giving his brother a long-suffering sigh, Five's expression draws down with annoyance. "I didn't ask, did I? I don't want to know. I just want to go home, so...you know. Whatever," he says, frowning. Besides, time is probably incredibly fragile, now that he thinks about it, which is probably a larger part of the reason Dad never wanted him to mess with it and kept saying he wasn't ready. This conversation is probably already bending time more than it ought to; if Klaus tells him more, he's liable to straight up break it and then Number Five will never get home.

"Whatever, just something. I don't care. Peanut butter and marshmallows is always a winner," he says with a shrug. "But seriously, whatever. I just need fuel, you know? Don't make it complicated."