[I love Anya completely ghosting over how crazy Jin Ling sounds yelling about zombies.]
You-- [Oh. He tenses in the arms and shoulders, but only because he doesn't know what the fuck a pirozhki is, and he's being forced to hold it. Oh, food. He gives it a very slight squish.] What...?
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Да. Anya is a performer - if I do not take care of my body, it is bad. It is also bad if I worry people, so I will not get into more trouble.
[she's also going to just start reaching for her pirozhki basket. she wraps it on a napkin and then reaches out to guide it into his hands slowly]
Pirozhki.
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You-- [Oh. He tenses in the arms and shoulders, but only because he doesn't know what the fuck a pirozhki is, and he's being forced to hold it. Oh, food. He gives it a very slight squish.] What...?
What is it? It feels like... bread.
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Pirozhki.
[SHE REPEATS IT AGAIN - ]
Russian food... Made by me. Easier to eat, maybe?
[since he just has to lift it up to his mouth and the filling is contained inside]