He doesn't have the details, but the gist is that the others are going on a quest to retrieve him. Midoriya would like to see him again and make sure he's doing all right, but he has to be prepared that life might throw a wrench (two, actually) in that plan. In light of new developments Midoriya is keeping quiet about, he's elected to stay in Trench. He has to make sure there is still a Trench for them all to return to, even if that only turns out to be nothing more than being a watchman.

Iskierka's down-to-earth priorities concerning food amuse him. He doesn't have a pet, and he would never assume Omens are pets, but they can be animal-like in this tendency. His own Omen--distant, unknowable, and nonverbal--isn't, but they do share something else in common: this form of communication, somewhat visual, somewhat psychic. Midoriya is familiar with the that by now.

"I'm not sure what you like...?" He experimentally slides over some celery, different kinds of mushrooms, chickpeas, and carrots. He's pretty sure birds(?) nibble celery, but he's not sure about the rest. He resists the habit to pinch his lip thoughtfully, since he's in the middle of preparing food. He purses his lips instead.

"It's something I should have thought about, given there isn't a Pro Hero network or police here," he starts hesitantly. "I don't want there to be any chance of my friends getting attacked because I've made an enemy. Not that I have, it's just in case." He's not good at lying, but it's not a lie. It isn't. Technically. He didn't make an enemy. He was put on a kill list that one time. Nothing to worry about. It's fine.

"What I mean is, everyone who knows me shouldn't tell people they know me."