Damnit, I was hoping I'd get to blow something up.

[He can't imagine her carrying around that ridiculously pink pegasus, but if he won it and they looked like they had participated in the carnival, leaving would be less suspicious. He folds his arms, looking at the stall. It's one of those "knock the glass bottles over" types of games.]

Figures this wouldn't be easy. [...] A bomb is a lot less of a mouthful than "thermal detonator". But if I don't have to waste time defending you, you should ask.

[He turns back to the game. The person attending the stall asks them if they're interested in playing. He's wearing horns and makeup as if to appear demonic, offering a set of softballs, but Bakugou ignores him as he steps up and aims at one set.]

These games are always rigged.