[Someone's gonna have a slightly singed tongue in a certain spot. Bakugo lets go of the spoon when Vash takes the bite, leaving him with the metal handle sticking out of his mouth. Never said it was the serving spoon, hah. At least the result's good. He returns to the skillet with the spatula. It's getting thicker.]

Hell no! I'm gonna be a hero!

[This is just a hobby, something to do so he doesn't have to live off the damn cafeteria food or restaurants, and he likes the activity. It's better knowing what goes into your meals, thus into your body.]

I charge for lessons. [He does not.] Huh? I wanna know what I'm putting into my body! I'm not trusting some random ass to make my food unless they're qualified.

[Control freak.]