Yeah, I learned it from my mom. It's called katsudon. [Yuuri replies in the absent minded way of someone who's trying to split his attention between several things at once. He goes on tip toes to pull a couple of pans out of the cabinet. Setting those aside on the counter, Yuuri throws a smile at Victor over his shoulder.]

I still think hers taste way better than any I've made so far. Maybe because I grew up eating her cooking. [There's a moment of shy hesitation.] Um, mine tastes decent, but you should try my mom's if you're in Japan...

[Is he trying to invite Victor to the family onsen in a very roundabout way? Yes...yes, he is. He isn't sure where this thing of theirs is going to go, but Yuuri would like to think it could end up lasting for some time. So he hopes.]