Hrrrrmmm... [he'll grumble more, before straightening up, pushing his sweaty hair back with a hand, slicking it behind his ear to look at Yuri]

The stew should be done, now that I think about it. [it didn't sound as good as ice cream dinner, but then he's terribly warm all over. Once they open the door and realize the rest of the house had SHOT down in temperature, the stew would sound like a much better option]