I've always got piroshki. [Yulia ruins Otabek's view, suddenly standing and padding down the line of Yuri's back, then leaping from his butt to the countertop. Yuri doesn't seem bothered, sticking the plate in the microwave, then crossing his arms and tapping his foot impatiently, glaring at the numbers like it'll make them go faster.
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Abruptly:] You should come over more.