A/N

I wrote this drabble/oneshot thing based on five words: rice, cheese, daggers, rugs, and piano. Special thanks to Bramblepool for giving me the words and making me finally write a Levi fic!

Sometimes, Deryn wondered why she was even friends with that dummkopf of a prince. Even more frequently, she was relieved for the Austrian people that Alek would never be their emperor. After all, if he couldn't handle eating dinner without ending up with a bowl of rice on his head and sauce dripping down his face, how could he possibly handle ruling an empire?

Deryn shook her head and headed towards the kitchen in search of a towel. She didn't know what Alek would do without her.

When she entered the kitchen, she noticed Newkirk sitting on a stool eating a slice of American cheese.

"You know that that stuff is basically orange, cheese-flavored rubber, right? And where'd you even get American cheese in the first place? We're on a barking airship!"

Newkirk jumped at the sound of her voice, immediately hiding the cheese behind his back.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Mr. Sharp. What cheese?" Newkirk had a nervous smile on his face.

"The cheese that's begin your back."

"There's no cheese here, Mr. Sharp."

"I just saw you shove it behind-you know what, I don't have time for this. I need to get Alek his towel."

Deryn's eyes scanned the room until they landed on what she'd come for. She grabbed the towel and made her exit, leaving Newkirk to his cheese.

When he returned to Alek, he was moping in his seat, rice bowl still on his head. The sight was hilarious. Deryn couldn't suppress a chuckle, which turned into a fit of hysterical laughter. Alek turned toward her, glaring daggers. His gaze softened when he spotted the towel in her hand. Deryn was trying her hardest to stop laughing, but with little success. She walked toward Alek and was finally able to stop her giggles.

However, when Alek true to stand up and instead ended up face-planting on the rugs yelling "HOLY PIANO ZEBRA, NOT AGAIN!" she fell to the floor laughing.

Volger heard the commotion and came to see what kind of trouble the young prince had gotten into this time. He entered the room and saw Alek on the floor, wearing some sort of strange hat, and Dylan on the ground in hysterics. He sighed and turned around. He didn't want to know.

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