Yuri can't stifle an irritable grumble at Katsudon's praise, because it's nothing short of humiliating to be cheered for getting a bite of food into your mouth like you're three years old. But he keeps his head down, saving the full force of his glare for the bowl of rice, and goes in for a second bite. The rice is sticking to itself more as it cools, which helps him get the next chunk onto the chopsticks, and this time he doesn't have to duck his head quite so far to meet the rice on its way up.

He could keep going with the rice, but the next level of the challenge is right beside him. And it might be easier to combine them both, rather than trying to go straight for the noodles again. 'I should probably...' he mutters, thinking aloud, as he straightens up and sets the chopsticks down. It's the work of a moment to pick up the bowl of vegetables and noodles and shake it gently over the bowl of rice, just enough to let a few pieces of broccoli and carrot and soybean tumble off the top of one bowl to land in the other.

Before he can put the first bowl down, however, he thinks better of it -- and abruptly holds it out to Katsudon, tilted in open offering. 'You can have some, if you want,' he says, his serious expression at odds with the fact that his is face still somewhat pink with residual embarrassment. 'It's just vegetables.'

If Katsudon is putting off his dinner at home for this -- to help him here -- it's only fair to offer to share.