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[He growls taking a deep breath and holding it to not start hissing and spitting like a cat, but there's definitely a bristle to his posture that indicates Katsuki is agitated. He clenches his jaw, grinding his teeth together, and lets that held breath go in a soft hiss. She's taking her shoes off, thank fucking god, because that's one less thing to get mad about. Katsuki's not going to mop the damn floors of melted snow, sand, and mud just to host one person for a few minutes. And yes, custom. Katsuki's a stickler for the rules, after all.

He huffs loudly, washing his hands with that same aggression and toweling them off on a hand towel he tosses aside. It is really so surprising he can cook? Bake?? It's practical. Katsuki feels a pang in his chest, remembering how Uraraka was so shocked he could fucking...chop vegetables with the precision, accuracy, and speed of a top-class chef. He may have blown up a wood stove, but he got...over-excited. Sue him. Fuck you.]

If I don't want to fucking starve, I need to cook, right? [Because what money does he have to buy anything? He came with nothing, he can't really work because of his injuries. He was given a grace by the healers tending him of enough food and drink to get by until he can work properly to fill his pantry.] If you don't want it, don't take it. But you're missing out...

Goes great with berry preserves or soft cheese. Tea, too. [Katsuki, you food snob.]

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[ Finally, her boots have been unlaced and removed, and tucked to the side of the entry way. She steps into the cottage properly, clad only in her stocking feet. She follows the scent of sweet, warm baked goods to get a better look at the cake on the table. ]

No, I— I meant no offense! It is an honorable talent, to be able to cook. [ She's a little embarrassed now, that she's been relying on Aurora to do most of the cooking in their home.

Wanting desperately to change the subject, she pulls out the books she'd collected for him at the library— a compilation of mystery fiction from her own world, a horror anthology, and a collection of maps of the area around Somnius— with many of the pages either torn out or redacted. ]

Here... I gathered what I was able. Hopefully this will suit your needs.

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[Katsuki looks over his shoulder and raises a brow. He never thought it to be a talent, really...just a necessity. Yes, he probably doesn't have to add all the spices he does, regulate the temperature as he does, and time and plan everything out perfectly, but...well. Katsuki never does anything in halves. He's always just thought "if you want to eat, you have to cook" and that was that, but he's slowly begun to realize that not everyone shares the same mentality as he does on a lot of things. Been hard to accept, but he's...getting better. Slowly.]

It's not difficult. Not really. Just takes practice. [He shrugs a bit (with a slight wince as he pinches his injured shoulder a little), because it's the truth and he means nothing by it. Anyone can do it - it's just a matter of trial and error and a lot of repetition.] Baking's way easier for beginners, so long as you got a recipe to follow.

[He dusts him off, making sure he's not covered in flour or crumbs, then meander over, leaning toward the books to inspect each of them. Eventually, Katsuki picks up the horror anthology and pops open the cover to take a look at the content table, nodding slowly in approval. The next is the maps, which he sets aside and makes a mental note to copy over later, and the last one, which gets another raised brow and dry chuckle as he looks it over. This will probably be interesting...]

Aa, it'll do. I'll take them back when I've finished them, so don't worry about that.