[Insensitive? Maybe, but it's one people ask plenty of times when in a situation like this. Did others from your world come, have they gone back home, did they return, and so forth. Bakugo's seen a few of them do so, from his best friend from home to his best friend from here's friends. People will ask. Not the greatest question either way and the blonde avoids going further into the topic. Nostalgia around Christmas is already hard enough. Best to avoid adding more weight.

With Vash settled in, Bakugo takes his seat and uses his chopsticks to mix the rice and sauce a few times, making sure everything's good and coated, and a little bit cooler thanks to coming out of the skillet a moment ago. He likes his food spicy hot, not burning his tongue temperatures. Fucking way to enjoy your meal...]

Don't gush. You'll ruin the flavor. [Sheesh. Comparing something like this to heaven is weird. But it definitely taste amazing. Of course it does; he's the one that cooked! Psh, become Vash's personal chef? That's a fucking joke.] Pass. That's too damn boring, Undercut.

[Another bite before he glances at the guy.] How about I teach you how to cook instead.