No thanks. Those were the words that he would have most likely said upon seeing the lumpy slop of food Thea had the audacity to try and serve. Funnily enough, there was a significant number of pirates here who knew how to cook or bake. The first one who will appear in his head was Goldenluxury. She was always sharing all kinds of delicious treats ranging from sliders to curry to desserts. Another creature who had a knack for serving up dishes was none other than their own Captain who knew how to make rolls of sushi for days. The only thing he's really cooked by himself was slabs of meat from all the leftovers he got from his hobby of skinning animals, often having far too much meat that he'd open a temporary Korean barbecue for others to attend and eat until they were rounded and about to explode. To put it simply, The Typhoon had frequent rounds where members would share food to go along with a story or a simple good deed. Food was an integral part of the island so when Bakugou heard the newcomer's voice, trying to convince a few nameless pirates to eat her meal, he was curious to approach and look at what exactly she had created.

For a starter, he appreciated the rice but aside from that, Bakugou found that he didn't feel hungry. He isn't sure if it is because he feels repelled by the fem's food or if it is because he genuinely doesn't feel starved, that he's eaten well and feels content. Still, he can't help but offer a comment: "Not exactly perfect? I think ya mean far from perfect. Looks like someone took a shit on top of a heap of rice." Well, he never guaranteed that his comment would be a particularly nice one. "But yer wel -..." he notices how the beans look a little like slimy insects on the plate, scrunching his nose "-...come. You really, uh, didn't have to cook fer us." They did, after all, know that she had been exiled for dramas. Who was to say that her food was good? What if it was poisonous? "If anyone dies from the food ya made though, I ain't gonna hesitate crematin' you alive."

Keep them separate, he repeats in his head. He was actually considering the viability of Thea's words and now he realises the girl might not be as stupid as he initially viewed her to be. A buffet, or at least offering choice of what others wanted to put on their plate, was a pretty neat idea. Most dishes Bakugou had seen in The Typhoon had already been pre-assembled, put into their decorative and aesthetically pleasing forms to be consumed by pirates. Had Thea actually assembled her food that way, Bakugou might have actually tried it. This, of course, was only left to the realm of possibilities. He raises a figurative brow when Thea calls him "mister" as if he deserved respect. Pah, well, as much as he says he wants respect, it didn't really mean he should have been given it. It will all go to his head, touch on his superiority complex that was currently dormant, ashamed to come out because of what had happened between him and Luca - a crushing defeat.

He looks at Cronas in concern when they ask to taste the newcomer's food but doesn't say anything to stop them. He doesn't know or care about Cronas, but watches the other curiously when Thea sloppily plates the food and gives it to them. Then it was Victor, stating that it looked wonderful and snorting at the canine's comment. "Stop lyin'," the Reaver says, rolling his eyes when the male said he wanted to try the food. He agrees with the fact that food didn't have to look good to taste nice but he still isn't fond of white lies - any form of dishonesty was bound to put Bakugou hot on your trail. "Hmph: got a deathwish, Victor?" The Reaver wasn't going to hide that he found the look of Thea's cooking to be dangerously unappealing, as if you were bound to choke on an invisible chicken bone or drown in the goop that was her food. He was judgmental and he wasn't going to do anything to hide it either.