We'll have to work together to finish the recipe, you know. [Yuuri points out with a touch of dryness. It's called katsudon piroshki after all. But Yuuri leaves it at that, sinking into his own type of focus as he reaches for the cutlets.
He works quietly, brows furrowed as he coats the meat with flour. There's a pause as Yuuri reaches for the eggs and realizes there aren't any on his counter space.]
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He works quietly, brows furrowed as he coats the meat with flour. There's a pause as Yuuri reaches for the eggs and realizes there aren't any on his counter space.]
Yurio, are there any more eggs in the fridge?