It's his turn to laugh, at the way Yuri is eying the food like a starving dog. Maybe he should be a little insulted that Yuri is looking at pork and rice and steamed vegetables with greater desire than he's looked at Victor with so far tonight, but he's barely eaten at all in the last few days, and worked hard regardless. He's probably feeling his stomach meet his spine, and that very audible growl only proves the theory. "You must be hungry."

The top tray lifts off the cart, so he takes the whole thing to set it down on the mattress, with enough room for them to sit cross-legged across from each other and share, as long as they're careful not to shift their weight too quickly and knock over the teapot or one of the bowls of food. "Come on, Yuri."

He settles himself carefully at one side, long legs folded underneath him, and reaches for a pair of chopsticks to pluck out a snow pea and tuck it into his mouth, before setting them down to pour a cup tea first for Yuri, and then for himself. "It's good."

Not katsudon good, or as good as any of the other food he had at Yu-topia, or even as good as the Shanghai crab and drunken shrimp he barely remembers eating only two nights ago, but hot and fresh and tasty. He's even developed a taste for rice with his meals, after living in Japan for so long, and the little bamboo steamer full of plump dumplings is wafting the most delicious smell his way.

It's not worth having to give up Yuri in his arms, or even the brief mental image of pinning Yuri against the wall, but Yuri's stomach wasn't the only one protesting and it's not like they won't have time after the food is gone.

That's one thing he'll certainly make sure of.