"May I offer myself as-" "I'm not going to eat you." Sukuna interrupts almost immediately. Not bothered at all as the two continue walking. "I'd be okay with it." "..I know you would." Sukuna responds flatly.

He is TIRED of it. At this point, he barely bats an eye at his friends strange complex. Sukuna can't cook. He needs someone who can cook. He can't do that shit. Plus, he enjoys their company. He's not gonna eat them. They have this conversation every week.