Food is the language of love
My friend and I used to always talk about how food, making something with your hands is the best gift one can give. I thought it was a theme that fit well with Yuuri and Yuri on Ice!!!
“Just keep your eyes closed!” Viktor said, hands over Yuuri’s eyes as he guided him to his chair. “Now I know we said we’d have katsudon together if you won, but I thought I’d do something special instead!”
Now Yuuri was concerned.
“He spent all day in the kitchen, dear,” Yuuri’s mother said in Japanese, the words floating from somewhere near his shoulder.
His mother had a way of saying things in such a way that she sounded pleased but there was that tinge of annoyance that Yuuri understood. Other skaters didn’t like sharing the ice for their performances and such was the same with chefs, he guessed. He was also sure he had never seen Viktor wash a dish. He twisted slightly to look towards the kitchen.
“No peeking!” Viktor said, clapping his hands over Yuuri’s eyes again.
“Why does it look like he murdered someone in the kitchen?” Yuuri asked, also in Japanese. Now he was very concerned.
“Kitchen! I recognize that word!” Viktor said cheerily before depositing Yuuri into a chair.
“No,” Yuuri shook his head.
“Tada!” said Viktor with a flourish.
“What is it?” Yuuri asked.
“Boru…” Yuuri trailed off, not understanding.
“Bo-ru-shu-tsu,” Yuuri said carefully and Viktor beamed.