He definitely took the free food into account when he asked her here. It's not manipulation; he just knows his friends well. Anything to make his friends happy.

It wasn't like they had ample opportunities to see her phobia in action against actual skeletons walking around, guarding the house, even serving drinks. A few are wearing someone's beginner attempts at knitting, which is either endearing or, in contrast to their creepiness, off-putting. He watches Uraraka steel herself like she's about to tackle a difficult essay.

"Not sure that's how being scared works," he says dubiously. "Anyway, these ones are... kind of meant to be that way? Some of them belong to someone who comes from a culture where people donate their bodies when they die. But instead of science, they're used to help the living."