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congratulations, I'm so happy for you!! Could you write something about them cooking? With Viktuuri, or any other characters if you want to. Also thank you, for all your writing, and I hope your holiday is good!

“No, no, you absolutely have to dip the cutlets twice! Pour out some more of the beaten egg.”

Victor nods at the tablet propped up against his kitchen wall and dutifully measures out more egg onto the plate. He’s already laid out a dish with Hiroko’s preferred brand of panko breadcrumbs, that it took him three Asian supermarkets to find, and there’s a big pot of dashi cooling off on the hob. Apparently he should be making it once or twice a week and freezing it in small batches.

“Are you sure he’s pounded out the cutlets thin enough?” Hiroko moves aside slightly on the screen to make room for Mari. “If they’re too thick they’ll take too long to cook.”

“Hold one up to the camera, Vicchan,” Hiroko says, and when he does she gives it an assessing squint. “No, that should be okay. But try harder next time!”

“Yes, okaasan,” Victor says dutifully, and starts dipping the inspected cutlet into the egg. Yuuri left straight from Sapporo after Japanese nationals, and Victor will be meeting him at the airport in a few hours. He wants Yuuri’s first meal in his new home to be the best that Victor can possibly make it.

“I looked on the internet and I don’t trust any of the rice cookers they sell in Russia,” Hiroko says as Victor carefully coats the cutlet with breadcrumbs. “We’ll ship you a Japanese one. Yuuri promised me he’d make sure you ate properly!”

Leaving Hasetsu had felt awful, a tight pain in his heart, but it’s easing a little now as Mari and Hiroko start debating whether they should also send a tamagoyaki pan. He’s brought what mattered there with him.