A few times Viktor tries new things in retirement
1) Weed
As you might imagine, Yuuri is extremely, extremely anxious about it, and looks up countless Reddit threads on the do's and don'ts for first-timers. They end up cutting a raspberry-flavored edible into eighths, and despite Viktor whining after a half hour that he "doesn't feel anything", Yuuri doesn't allow him to have another helping (not yet, at least).
His cautiousness ends up being a good idea because only 5 minutes after Viktor's sulk-fest over being denied, his azure eyes go vacant and he scoots right to the edge of the couch. Just as Yuuri makes to ask if he's alright, Viktor whips his head around, eyeing the side of his face with unnerving focus.
Yuuri pokes his cheek and his fiance gives a slow, delayed giggle, before, inexplicably, placing both hands on Yuuri's jaw and leaning over to peer directly into his ear.
"Vitya?!" Yuuri squawks, pawing at him a bit.
"Yuuuuuuuuri, why didn't you tell me that your ears made such fantastical, seductive music?!" Viktor demands in a purr, with a hint of outrage. "I always knew you made musicality with your body, but this....THIS..."
Yuuri never finds out what he means because Viktor trails off and stands up, abruptly, and then begins marching in the direction of the kitchen (where they'd laid out a variety of snacks, in case he got the munchies). Or he tries to march, rather, because every lift of his foot takes four times as long as it normally would, and Yuuri bursts into giggles and records a video of him trying to traipse across the room, clumsily.
An hour later, he's petting Viktor's bangs while his fiance throws up, having gorged himself on too many snacks at once. Loyal Makka is on his other side, cocking her head at his nonsensical babbling. Despite his stomach upset, Viktor seems elated, already talking about "a take two, except this time, I can try to quad flip while high!"
2) (Gourmet) Baking
It's not that Viktor had never baked pre-retirement, but the things he'd tried making were pretty simple, at least by his standards: cookies, brownies, and one time, matcha-flavored cupcakes that the two of them had demolished in one sitting.
But he'd never attempted the formidable challenge of French pastry making. Specifically: Kouign-amann, an endeavor that nearly shatters all of Viktor’s confidence and leads to more than a few teary meltdowns over how many turns of butter-folding, exactly, were required to achieve that elusive texture.
