Yuri takes and studies the paper, brow drawn in concentration as his eyes move across the written lines. Japanese addresses make no sense to him, but the important parts of this one -- Katsuki, Hasetsu, Japan -- should be enough to get it to its destination. He nods, and folds the paper in half to slip it into his pocket.

'I'll let Dedka know to look for a package. He doesn't speak much English, but whatever's in there, I can try to explain it to him.' For the first time all evening, something relaxes around his eyes, and his mouth quirks in a manner approaching a smile. 'I'm sure he'll want send your mother a thank-you note, too.'

Even if Yuri ends up writing that one as well...perhaps it'll make up for lost time.

All the same, his stomach is starting to make its displeasure known again, so it's back to the chopsticks. The muscle memory isn't solid quite yet; he has to fiddle with them some more to find a semi-comfortable grip.