Junko nodded when Vasya said he could eat. As he continued to speak, she looked through the food that they had around. She looked up at him when he mentioned venison and vodka.<span style="color: #00BFFF">“Sure,”</span>she replied with another nod as she picked out a few things from their options that she thought would go well with venison. After placing her choices off to the side, she looked to him as he pulled out the second bottle and stared at it.<br/><br/>She quirked a brow when the bottle became covered in frost for a moment, feeling what felt like the presence of a demon for a brief moment, and with it she felt the demon within her stir, prompting her to place a hand over her face for a moment until the feeling subsided. She might have asked Vasya what that was, but based on his reaction, she gathered that he was even more surprised that she was. She had no idea what he had said, but she could guess from the context that he was probably cursing, or otherwise expressing his surprise. She looked at the bottle when he placed it off to the side, pursing her lips slightly.<br/><br/><span style="color: #00BFFF">“No need to apologize,”</span>she told him, catching the steaks he tossed her way. She stared at them for a moment and then began to prepare to cook as she considered what had happened and the question he’d asked.<span style="color: #00BFFF">“It’s hard to say what it was since it was so brief. It felt like a demonic presence, though,”</span>she admitted, pausing her preparations, and looking at him.<span style="color: #00BFFF">“None of your weapons are demonic,”</span>she said thoughtfully.<br/><br/><span style="color: #00BFFF">“Are you sure you’ve never encountered a demon?”</span>she asked curiously. She’d never known demons to appear randomly to humans without being summoned, but that didn’t necessarily mean it was impossible. Then again, if this was in fact the work of a demon, it was also possible that someone else summoned it, although, the why behind it was a mystery. Then again, she had only just met him, so he was a mystery in general.<br/><br/><span style="color: #00BFFF">“As far as the cooking goes, you are welcome to do it if you’re afraid of my cooking,”</span>she teased with a light smile.<span style="color: #00BFFF">“You were busy, and I wasn’t, so I just thought it made more sense for me to do it,”</span>she shrugged.<span style="color: #00BFFF">“I have experience cooking as well, so I promise it will be edible,”</span>she chuckled a little as she resumed her preparations.