Let's give it a shot then, on both counts. Maybe you can cook for Dedue, next time you see him.

[ Because he will, Yuri has to believe.

For now, he tugs a small notebook from his breast pocket. It isn't the same aged one he'd half-written Dimitri's name in when they first met, clearly newer, and he leafs through the pages until he finds what he's after, then offers the notebook across the table to Dimitri. ]

I've been writing down recipes, ever since... [ since that terrible nightmare ] we woke up.