At the sound of the familiar voice, even at a slight distance, Yuri startles badly, and the chopsticks slip from his hand. One lands right on top of the bowl and gets stuck amidst the broccoli, but the other bounces off the rim, and Yuri lets out a stifled curse as he scrabbles to keep it from rolling off the table. It takes him a moment to figure out what happened to the first chopstick, but as he retrieves it from the broccoli and secures both of them in his hand, he turns his head to glare with flustered embarrassment at the intruder.

'Fucking hell, Katsudon,' he grumbles, though it comes out without much in the way of anger, sounding more like a sigh. He yanks the headphone from his ear, and remembers just in time to shut off his phone so the video isn't visible any longer. 'Why don't you just give me a heart attack already.'

(Nice to see you too, Yuuri.)

It isn't until he manages to set the chopsticks down on the table that his brain catches up with his mouth, and his train of thought makes a sudden leap from of course Katsudon's here to wait, why is Katsudon here? and from there to shit, what do I do now that he's here?

​He could try to go along with the assumption, to pretend that he's just messing around on his phone. But the real thing is a simple enough explanation, and he's not going to lie like he's ashamed of himself, just because he'd timed this whole secret plan out perfectly for this evening only to have Katsudon come crashing in like some knuckle-dragging hockey player slamming into the boards. All the same, there's still that faintly belligerent tone in Yuri's voice (go ahead and laugh at me, I don't care) when he says, chin lifting in firm resolve, 'It's a demonstration video. So I can figure this out.'

A slight wave of his hand indicates that this means the bowl and the chopsticks.