This came to my head as I was attempting to do what Anya's doing here.

And yes, I did eventually succeed. Take that, grape!

Grapes

"Anya," Dmitri rolled his eyes, "You can't eat grapes with a fork."

Thin frame hunched over the small table, Anya was mercilessly attacking a pile of grapes, trying to mercilessly stab one to eat it. It's not that she didn't want to eat with her fingers, no, that was nowhere near her mindset. She had, at first, absentmindedly poked at one, and the idea formed in her head that it would be a lot more interesting if she were to eat them "unethically", as she knew Vlad and Dmitri would put it.

"Yes I can," she muttered grumpily in response, lost in deep concentration. She had a goal and she was going to reach it, no matter what the two men said. The grape she was after rolled to the edge of the plate and she deftly stabbed at it. It catapulted off of the plate and into Dmitri's small glass of water.

"Anya!" he cried, exasperated. Anya glowered at him, narrowing her blue eyes and sticking out her tongue.

"Serves you right, if I'm the Grand Duchess Anastasia, then I can do whatever I want!"

"Whu—,"

"She's got you beat there, Dmitri," Vlad chuckled as he reached into his coat to pull out a piece of paper. Taking out a fountain pen, he marked another tally under Anya's name. The paper was becoming so soaked with ink from the numerous amounts of tally marks that Anya had that it was beginning to bleed through, and soon Vlad would have to start another sheet just for the sheer number of won arguments she had gathered under her crown.

"Wh-What? Come on, Vlad, that wasn't—she didn't win! That was just a childish statement!" Dmitri huffed, almost glaring at the piece of paper in Vlad's hands. Vlad only smiled wider and folded the sheet once the ink was dry.

"And yet she brought you to your knees," he commented, lifting Pooka into his lap. Pooka yapped in agreement, and Dmitri's jaw dropped open in shock.

"What? No she didn't, she—,"

Another grape, firm and round, hit Dmitri in the cheek and bounced off onto his plate. He turned to Anya and sneered.

"That was on purpose!"

Anya was smirking, and it was annoying him to no end as she responded, "Oh, my mistake. I was trying to eat grapes the normal way; with my fingers." Her eyes gleamed with triumphant laughter as she set up another grape, ready to flick it in his direction. Dmitri, quick-minded, snatched up the one that had fallen on his plate and flung it at her, hitting her between the eyes. She yelped in surprise, and was about to grab a handful of grapes to chuck at him when Vlad finally interfered, tears rolling out of the corners of his eyes from the suppressed mirth.

"Now, now, as much as you two entertain me, we don't want to get chased out of another restaurant." he laughed. Dmitri and Anya looked at him, one of them frowning furiously, the other grinning victoriously. They then traded scowls with each other before returning to the last mouthfuls of their meals. Vlad kept his voice low though he knew very well that both Anya and Dmitri could hear.

"Honestly, I thought I had raised a much more mature lad than this," he muttered to Pooka as he inspected the dog for ticks. Dmitri whipped his head back at Vlad incredulously.

"Wh—Mature? She's the one who started it! What with her absurd way to eat—,"

"Hey Dmitri," Anya interrupted. Dmitri glared furiously at her. Smirking, she raised her fork, stabbed a grape perfectly on the tines, and raised it so that it could be seen that yes, she was successful. Popping it in her mouth, she grinned at him.

Vlad took the piece of paper out of his coat pocket again and gave her one more tally mark.