As he gets the last inch of noodles securely in his mouth, Yuri somehow manages to avoid accidentally sticking the opposite ends of the chopsticks up his own nostrils as he wipes his chin with the back of his hand. (Should he ask the bar for napkins? Eh, it's not an emergency just yet.) The lightly dressed noodles taste good, a little tangy and nutty from the sauce, and he chews and swallows while he listens. Keeping everything over the bowl...fine, that's doable. Better not to have the sauce get everywhere. If he tips his head forward slightly next time, maybe that'll help.
The mention of soup, however, makes a flicker of concern cross his face, like he's just been informed of a whole new level of challenge. He looks back down at the bowl, then over at Katsudon. 'But you get a spoon with the soup, too, right? Like with that' -- a moment's pause, to dredge his memory -- 'that mi-so we had with breakfast. So wouldn't you use that, too?'
Soup for breakfast was probably one of the stranger things he remembered from Yu-topia, but they'd been in such small bowls that in his mind it barely counted as soup. It was more like a cup of hot, fishy-tasting tea, even with the bits of tofu and that weird green stuff in it (which he hadn't believed was seaweed until the Internet confirmed it). There hadn't been noodles in that. But there was ramen, of course -- both the instant packets and the fancy kind that Viktor had talked about eating elsewhere. So again, another level of challenge.
Just for a bit of variety, he goes after a piece of broccoli instead of another mouthful of noodles. It's a bit more difficult to grab the broccoli alone without the rice to support it, but now that he has a stronger sense of where his chopsticks have their most secure point of contact, he can pick it up on the stem right below the florets and bring it to his mouth. As always, small victories.
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The mention of soup, however, makes a flicker of concern cross his face, like he's just been informed of a whole new level of challenge. He looks back down at the bowl, then over at Katsudon. 'But you get a spoon with the soup, too, right? Like with that' -- a moment's pause, to dredge his memory -- 'that mi-so we had with breakfast. So wouldn't you use that, too?'
Soup for breakfast was probably one of the stranger things he remembered from Yu-topia, but they'd been in such small bowls that in his mind it barely counted as soup. It was more like a cup of hot, fishy-tasting tea, even with the bits of tofu and that weird green stuff in it (which he hadn't believed was seaweed until the Internet confirmed it). There hadn't been noodles in that. But there was ramen, of course -- both the instant packets and the fancy kind that Viktor had talked about eating elsewhere. So again, another level of challenge.
Just for a bit of variety, he goes after a piece of broccoli instead of another mouthful of noodles. It's a bit more difficult to grab the broccoli alone without the rice to support it, but now that he has a stronger sense of where his chopsticks have their most secure point of contact, he can pick it up on the stem right below the florets and bring it to his mouth. As always, small victories.