[Yuri scoffs a little, padding to the kitchen and pulling a plastic-wrap-covered plate out of the fridge and...perhaps bending over a little longer than strictly necessary.] With starting the microwave?
[To be fair, the piroshki he's heating up are ones he made himself, but it's quicker to reheat them than make new ones. Still, he grins over his shoulder at Otabek, somehow balancing Yulia on his shoulders, even while bent in half.] Unless you wanna make something else?
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[To be fair, the piroshki he's heating up are ones he made himself, but it's quicker to reheat them than make new ones. Still, he grins over his shoulder at Otabek, somehow balancing Yulia on his shoulders, even while bent in half.] Unless you wanna make something else?