Yuriy was finished with the dishes, or at least the cookware he used. The camper's dishes were still forthcoming, but he could deal with those later. He hung his apron on the back of a nearby chair and dried his hand, then left the room. What he needed was a good, long walk in the woods and some fresh air to combat the smell of bacon and burnt food. He stepped out of the building and took a deep breath, then headed off to treeline with his hands in his pockets, whistling out of tune. If he felt anyone using their powers a bit too much, he'd come running back... probably.