And that...that says something. Even as Katsudon struggles with the words, the instruction, Yuri can feel him trying. He's not running away or backing down; he wants to get it right. And in that search for the right word --

'Pirozh-katsu?' Yuri's own voice goes up at the end as well, rolling the strange combination around in his mouth, but damned if it doesn't make some bizarre kind of sense on his tongue. It shouldn't work, but it does. Because it's both and it's neither, and fitting the two pieces together makes it feel different. Special. Like something they can share. It's a spark of warmth that soothes away some of the residual pain from this afternoon -- and from last night as well. 'Fine, fine, I'll tell Dedka he's invented pirozh-katsu. And...and that you liked it.'

This last comes out a little awkwardly, and suddenly Yuri isn't quite sure where to look. He glances away, but that's not right, and when his eyes dart back to Katsudon he can't fully manage that, so it's easier to stare at the bag in his hands.

'He gave them to me earlier today,' he says, by way of a belated explanation. 'Before the free skate.'