[Mirajane gets up, composing herself and merely shrugging at being called creepy. She'd heard far worse from people she cared about far more.]

I prefer the term demon.

[She gives Bakugou a playful wink, and begins working on her own dinner right beside him. Just this once she'd make an exception and let him stay behind the bar with her while she cooked, it might be a good learning experience for both of them.]

So where'd you learn to cook? I originally learned to cook for my siblings, so I'm always curious about other people's reasons.

[It seemed like Mirajane was feeling quite a bit more cordial and friendly after she was able to evoke a reaction of terror out of bakugou rather than just rage, smugness, or grouchiness. It helped when she was able to finally see a different side of him even if it was animalistic mouth foaming terror.]