Midoriya has come over because the food situation is dire. He knows how to cook a couple things passably: Japanese curry, candied apples, omurice, and various permutations of the skills each of those requires. Today he is slicing ingredients for a hearty mushroom stew that can be saved and reheated over the next few days. He is surprised when a certain someone comes begging--no, demanding.

"Iskierka-san," he says gently but firmly, "they're worse at cooking than I am. They need to eat." Something besides bread, cheese, burnt rice (how???), or Cap'n Trench.

The young man Illarion met in winter looks markedly different now. He's more disheveled and understated, but calm and resolute. He's collected twice as many scars, still redly healing over.

"I'll give you some if you can pass a message," he relents, "in case I can't when Anon-san comes back." Omens are the most secure way he knows to get a message to someone, even if said Omen is a menace.