[ This fellow is, indeed, very polite. It brings to mind someone from home, in fact, though Yuri's quick to shelve the thought. Going down that rabbit hole would lead to more worries than anything else, and he's pragmatic enough to understand the lack of productivity to be found in those ruminations. ]

I can safely say I'd have offered to help with laundry sooner than I'd risk mortal peril over dirt.

[ Said airily, further reinforcing that this isn't a reality with which he contends. It sounds frankly horrifying, yet he wouldn't wish to make the fellow linger upon it. Newness to all of this is more than enough for anyone to contend with, he knows.

With that, he lifts a hand and focuses. The spell that flickers to life in his palm is modest, just a little sphere of white, shimmering light. He tosses it in his companion's direction and it bursts upon contact, glittering light washing over him and sapping away dirt and mud alike as it vanishes. All told, it's a matter of a brief moment. ]

There we are. [ Remembering his own dirt-laden arrival, it's a relief to be able to do something about it for someone facing the same. ] Incidentally, the food's safe, if that concerns you.

[ It had certainly concerned him when he was new. ]