She had to admit the question caught her off guard. Just a little. Jan wanted to see her Quirk? Momo looked around, briefly, as if it mattered if people were watching them, then shook her head a moment later. “Oh, I don't mind, not at all,” remarked Momo, waving her free hand in dismiss. “Was there anything you'd like to see me make? I mean, I can make just about anything, but give me a day if it's something super specific so I can learn the chemical makeup of it.” She grinned, following Jan into the restaurant and lighting up at the idea of going shopping, even if that’s where they were going today.
“Yeah, that sounds great! I’ll have to come by some time.” Once they were seated, Momo blushed as her stomach growled in hunger. She settled back, one hand resting on her stomach as she laughed. “I guess I'm hungrier than I thought.” She picked up the menu again, flipping through their choices. “Wait, they have a bacon cheeseburger? Oh, I’m in! And we have to do fries. It's an American thing, right? Besides, there's mac and cheese, too. I’ve had it once. Mother had it imported for us to try some one night. Absolutely delicious! She had ordered three different kinds with cheeses from France, Italy and Germany. I liked the German one the best. The cheese just had such a unique flavor. I wonder where the cheese here is from?”
Momo did this sometimes. She bragged, but it was unintentional. It was just part of her life and she always invited friends to join in and enjoy it with her, after all.