What do I -- ? Oh. I hadn't thought about what I want yet. I don't know what we have. But uh, I don't mind. I'm not picky. I was mostly living off of snacks and whatever meals All Might was bringing me before, so. Whatever you make will be good.

[Since the other seems to be insistent on cooking it himself. Izuku pauses in front of the bench when Bakugo says not to touch the kitchen, raising his hands to show he hadn't touched anything yet. He'd just been following the other to make himself something. He's not going to be too picky. Whatever Bakugo wants to make will probably be fine, really.]