He did tell her to be cool about the skeletons. He forgot to tell her how realistic they are. The first of April saw the last vestiges of March's aches leaving his friend, who, with great speed and skill, suddenly plastered herself to the upper half of his body, as if hiding her face would make her suddenly invisible to the skeletons.

He knows that look, and suddenly he wishes Mr. Aizawa was here to restrain her with his capture cloth. He's in hot water now, and it has nothing to do with the broth in front of them. He holds up his hands, one feebly clutching a strainer.

"Uraraka-san..." he begins placatingly with a nervous smile, "be kind to that... mushroom..."

He forgets to pass the ponzu.