( He'd be lying if he said he didn't want to try some of the meat for himself, but that's not entirely why he's here, right now. The only sign of his own annoyance at Bakugo's response is a thin smile, sharp mostly in the eyes, a little too calm.

At the very least, he stands straight again, hands still folded behind him as he takes another step or two forward, almost circling around Bakugo. )

Oh, you don't know, do you?

( There's a taunting sort of lilt to his voice, despite the polite way he holds himself. Falsely pleasant, slightly amused— he taps a finger at his own bottom lip. )

The food here is often drugged. I'm curious to see what this one does.

( Not that it would stop him from eating it, most likely. )

I don't see any cute little bunny ears sprouting from your had, so it must be a bit more basic than that.