"Oh?"

With interest, as he's plucking cooked meat and vegetables from the hot broth, and setting them to steam on his place. "That sounds fun!"

He thinks so, anyway. Yuri hasn't seemed all that interested in looking around Shanghai, and Victor's not even sure he'll be able to get him to go sight-seeing in Moscow, either, even if it's a place Victor knows almost as well as Yuri knows Hasetsu or Detroit.

(And really, no matter if tomorrow goes well or poorly, Yuri will need a distraction to keep him from obsessing about the free skate.) "That's such a kind offer, isn't it, Yuri?"

Helpfully piling cooked vegetables and meat onto Yuri's plate as well as his own, because Yuri needs to eat, and with a hot pot on the table, can't hide behind his "raw food" excuse forever.

(Victor, for himself, has a few more of the shrimp: they are strange but quite delicious.)

It's warm in here and he's thirsty: he tips back the rest of his glass, and fills it again. "We'll need to take lots of photos to commemorate your return to competition."