"Not... necessarily?" he admits, "Everyone touches a lot more..." he searches for a word, but there's really not one, because it's not necessarily more or less, exactly? He decides on, "casually there and it's weird but I guess I've sort of gotten used to it. I have a feeling the cake thing is probably my roommate," he laughs, "I'm pretty sure Phichit doesn't understand the concept of non-shared food." He's never been bold enough to ask if that's a Thai thing or a Chulanont family thing or just a Phichit thing.

Yuuri laughs again at first to the offer, cheeks heating more in delight than anything else, because this is kind of fun, actually.

But he doesn't really realize what's necessary for this until he's leaning in, opening his mouth, and okay, this was maybe a little inappropriate when he was the one holding the fork, but it was mostly thoughtless, but this is... this requires something more deliberate and he's starting to understand why Minami was so flustered. His face heats for an entirely different reason and he knows right now it's kind of an open book, none of his walls anywhere to be seen.

But it also seems rude to not return the favor (indignity?) so he leans in that tiny bit extra, to let Minami feed it to him, lips closing around the fork.