maskormenacelogs | (no subject)

The same flowers...?

Mila once said they remind her of her home where her mother had a garden full of them. Yakov used to bring Lilia bouquets of the same flowers when they were younger, and as far as I know, she hasn't changed her perfume since, even when they got a divorce.

I guess that all makes sense... I just don't have a smell that can be replicated that way. I have to make pirozhkis if I want that memory.

Then why don't we make some?

Do we have the ingredients for it?

Some, I think! But we can get the rest.

... Maybe after you take a shower though. [ He pats his shoulder. ]

Maybe two showers.

[Or three.]

I'll write you a list. You can shop while I'm showering.

Okay.

[ He gets a paper and pen for Yuri then. ]

[Yuri takes it and jots down a list of ingredients.

And a demand for soda and cookies.]

[ Viktor skims it over, only pausing in getting his jacket on to laugh at the additions. ]

[He points a finger at him dramatically.]

Don't forget anything!

Okay, okay. Go get your shower, Yura.

[He turns to head up the stairs for a shower, waving at Viktor as he goes.]

Thanks, Viktor.

[ Viktor is just about out the door when he pauses again—since when did Yuri thank someone for a demand he just made?? ]

[GOOD QUESTION! Did the explosion rattle his brain after all?? It's a bit late to ask though; he's already ducked into the bathroom to work on getting rid of that smell.]

[ WEIRD, hopefully he didn't hit his head in the explosion?? He'll be quick getting getting the supplies so he can hurry back in case Yuri needs help or faints or something. ]

[By the time Viktor makes it back, Yuri's only just coming back downstairs, fresh from washing. The scent of too many perfumes still lingers even after all the scrubbing he did, but it's much fainter now. Barely even noticeable after a minute or two, really.]

Ah. Good timing.

[ Viktor takes a moment to look him over before dropping the groceries into the kitchen. ]

Ah, that was quick. You didn't slip or hurt your head, did you?

[There aren't any bruises or scrapes to be seen, and no strain in his movement as he comes down the stairs. He pauses near the bottom, frowning curiously at Viktor.]

No. What's with the weird question?

[ His hair could be hiding a bruise or bump though :|a Viktor will keep an eye on him just in case. ]

Ah, no reason. Ready to cook?

Right... [Normally Yuri would press the issue until he figured it out, but today... He shrugs and continues toward the kitchen.]

Yeah, I'm ready, but you're on chopping duty.

Eeeeh, but that's most of everything!

It's half of it! I still have to make the dough and prepare the filling.

[ He sighs DRAMATICALLY but doesn't actually complain. He shrugs off his jacket first though before coming back to wash his hands. ]

You know, Yuuri is a good cook. Do you think he'd want to learn how to make pirozhkis?

Would he...? I'd be okay with teaching him if he wants to learn.

[He's not even pretending to be annoyed with the suggestion.]