"Wenzel! Udo would like one of your sauerkraut omelets!" Karl called out.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm getting it," Wenzel grumbled.
Turning back to Udo, Karl said, "Well, I don't know many people here. We can be friends."
He stood up, walked past Wesley, who seemed to be staring at the miniature Wrath model (and Karl could've swore he heard pretend gunfire sounds), and over to Udo. He extended his arm in a handshake to Udo.