Boris gives Yuriy a weird look. “You haven’t?… My mother used to make them for me cause they were easy.” Boris takes a moment to think back. He’s not had any since, so maybe strawberry jam sandwiches weren’t that great. Boris flinches at the poke, his grin not faltering. “Makes life interesting, I guess.”
“I haven’t. My mother never made sandwiches. It was always whatever she could find to give me with the money that father didn’t drink away.” He gives a small shrug, brushing it off. Sometimes it was only two slices of bread, other times it was a meager little meal. Yuriy pinches him again with a small smirk. “You keep my on my toes.”