[So no one to cook the fish, and no place to put them until the friend gets home. Yuuri can see what the option would be, but he pauses and considers it first.

If he's a little resigned when he pushes the door open wider, he's hiding it well behind his small, polite smile.]

I know how to cook. If you don't mind sharing some of it with Viktor and I, I could make something with the fish that you could take home with you.

[He's only asking because he doesn't want to have to cook so many meals all at once.]