Yuri poured soup into the first bowl he'd pulled out, and handed that one off to Victor, while give a slightly sheepish nod about his commentary for the day. It wasn't, a few hours away from it, so terrible. He didn't exactly want to be back in the throng of people mumbling his name and looking at him, somehow ending up with things he couldn't do anything with, but it wasn't terrible. There were far more terrible things.

"I'm glad you liked it," might have been a tiny bit more than just polite, but it was probably a little hard to tell, when it was said while grabbing the next cup. Without more than glancing toward the direction of Victor and back at the second cup to start pouring again.

It's simple enough, and quiet enough, and Victor is bouncing on with more words, the way he always does. Never seems to run out of them. Which never seems truly real, even as it never stops. Where was that in all the things that had ever been said about Victor. He's just gotten the second cup poured, when Victor is intoning that joke at the end, to Yurio, about thinking about food too, and even not being more than compared, Yuri can't help the flush rising in his face.

"Here." He held out the second cup toward Yurio.