Oh, really? That might help. It's mostly because I don't want anyone coming across it until it's time, you know? I've been winning the kids things at the arcade for Christmas. That and gathering donations for clothes and blankets. And you know what they're like. Prying eyes. So it's all just in my room.

( And while he has only just learnt about the holiday, he's committed to making it a good one for the orphans. A disused bookshop sounds curious though. Vash makes a soft noise, a hum of sound. ) Did you used to run it or something?

( Bakugo doesn't seem like a shopkeeper, but he also doesn't seem like a guy who cooks delicious smelling food. Speaking of-. ) Oh! Sort of? If people tell me something's good I have to try it, you know? Shaved ice was the best until it betrayed me with brain freeze, and then there was a little while where I made myself sick on these funny yellow peppers because the crunch was fun. But there's so much choice here, and I don't really have time to cook for myself so I mostly eat pre-packaged stuff.

( Eating's always been a funny thing for him any way. Either he'll gorge himself or he'll forget. And he's been putting it off more these days, busy and a little heartsick. But it's nice, to be cooked for, so he's going to let himself tonight. )