Yuri would like to think that he's no more tired than usual this evening. Yakov and Lilia hadn't put him through anything worse than their normal practices -- a pulled muscle or a twisted ankle would be catastrophic, with the Golden Spin so close -- and he'd been able to get home at a reasonable hour, with enough free time to feed Potya and scoop out the cat box before double-checking his preparations and slinking off here for his own dinner. But unlike earlier, this time Katsudon's explanation just seems to go straight through his head without the words actually sticking in his brain. Even with whatever weird-ass translation magic this place seems to have, Katsudon might as well have described the noodle-eating process entirely in Japanese for all that Yuri can make sense of it.

'...could you just show it to me?' He wants his request to come out gruff and business-like, but instead there's an oddly distressed note to it that slips in at the last second. Almost plaintive, embarrassingly enough. Which makes him firm his jaw, trying to dig down for some additional fraction of strength to turn that confusion into resolve. 'So I can get it right?'

He could probably figure it out on his own, like he'd said. Even if the answer's no (or even sorry, I can't), it isn't as if he'd be totally stuck. But again, it would be stupid to pass up the chance to see how it should look.