Yuri arches an eyebrow - Did Beka just - yup, it is on now!

Since there is no kill like overkill, each cinnamon roll has come with an extra cup of icing. Yuri cracks his open. Forgoing the pastry and dipping his fingers right in. This time he is even more deliberate with the cleanup. Letting his tongue drag out, somehow brighter in the sterile airport lights.

See how Beka's ice-queen thing holds out against that.