Icing dissolves on his tongue and Yuuri loses the train of the conversation a moment, because the other type of cake is just as good as the first. They're obviously really high quality, not just a sheet cake or cake decorated just to be impressively pretty. He makes a little delicious noise as he eats the bite and he probably doesn't sit as far back as he should. There's a little bit of icing on his lip and his tongue flicks out to clean it and inside his head, all of it seems pretty reasonable, really. He's not just going to leave the icing on his face, the cake is delicious, Minami has just said he doesn't really mind the kind of casual intimacy thing they've got going on here, and it's actually more comforting than Minami knows-- it's made him a little weirdly homesick, not for Detroit but for Phichit, for someone who he can be a little more open with.

Of course, he's also just licked icing off his face after moaning over a cake, but Yuuri's kind of oblivious.

"Wow, the vanilla's really good too! Now I can't decide."