[ Yuri spares the bottle a glance — then a more pointed look as he takes in the odd shape of the bottle. A bear? What purpose could that possibly serve? He supposes Bernadetta would like it, but it doesn't strike him as at all practical, and the color is a little odd indeed. ]

I think I can scare something up. [ For his own purposes, he's scoured this kitchen more than once, after all. Already, he heads toward the cupboard he'd last seen what he assumed to be honey stored in. ] And I've got experience with fish...and knives, for that matter. Big annual fishing contest where I live.

[ Or rather, above where he lives. ]