Tony's about to make another joke, teasing Klaus for chasing imaginary specters around the cafe, when a vase behind him wobbles. Without any apparent outside influence. Tony squints suspiciously.

Great. Ghosts.

"Cool." Not cool. "Well, that's very festive." He clutches his insulated travel mug a little tighter. "I come in peace or whatever, but I'd better not see anything spooky happening with my coffee, Casper." Nobody messes with his coffee. Not even ghosts.

With some reluctance, he continues into the cafe, wondering what sort of apparition Klaus has captured on his yimo screen.