I kinda stole this from Middy Miles; I thought it was pretty funny. And I love the game, so why not give it a shot.

1.

"Come on, your princeliness, it's about to start!" the boy urged him. "I have the tomatoes in my bag."

Alek frowned, "Why do we have to do this, Dylan?"

"Oh suck it up and stop being such a ninny; it's not the end of the world to throw rotten fruit at unsuspecting people in the cast. They're terrible anyways. Think of it as doing a good thing for the people of Germany, who in their right mind would want to see a four-hour-long play about a knight and a rose?" he asked.

"You know that's not really what the opera is about. It's about,-" he began.

"I don't care what it's about. It's going to be barking boring, and why not have fun while we're stuck in Germany?"

Alek thought about that statement for a bit, she did have a point. "But what if we're caught?" he continued.

"Alek, we won't be caught."

"But what if we are?"

"Alek, seriously, we won't get caught. Why do you have to be such a goody-goody?"

That comment made him tick for some reason. For before he even knew he was doing, the prince was reaching into the middy's bag and retrieved a squishy red tomato, and threw it at the fat lady that was singing.

She stopped immediately, and looked for whoever threw the food. Not finding the culprit, she stalked off the stage in a huff. The crowd then went in an uproar, cheering for the person that had stopped the madness.

Alek heard someone laughing loudly next to him. Turning, he saw Dylan folded over himself and clutching his sides.

"What's the matter with you," the prince asked.

"I…didn't…I didn't think you'd…actually do that," the middy confessed, laughing hysterically all the way throughout the sentence.

"Oh," replied the smiling prince.

2.

"Have you ever loved someone, Deryn?" Alek asked.

Deryn sat up and looked at the boy with a confused expression, "like truly?"

"Yeah, like the kind that's so rare, that it only happens once in a life time."

She smiled and reached for his hands, "only once."

"Oh," the boy sat up as well and retracted his hand. "Do you still love him?"

Deryn thought she saw the corners of his mouth pull downwards slightly. She couldn't help but to chuckle a bit. "Of course I do, you daft son of an Archduke."

Then the girl practically jumped on the ex-prince, kissing him so hard that they fell onto the soft purple heather. Alek let out a surprised yelp, but soon warmed up to the feeling. However, he apparently wasn't done talking.

"What about just a petty love then?" he continued

"Alek, why are you even asking?"

"I don't know, I was just wondering."

She sighed. "Aye, I have had a few boyfriends. But they didn't mean anything, and I would never go back to any of them if that's what you're implying."

He seemed happy with the news, but she continued.

"There's a boy that lives down the street, Edward Masen, and I'm pretty sure that he's jealous of you. He's two years younger than us. And I hear that his parents are sick, I think they're moving to America."

"Oh, that's lovely," Alek said solemnly.

"Another one was Christopher Johnson. He was a strange kid."

"Deryn, I think I,-"Alek began.

"Next there was Jason McDougal."

"Deryn,"

"Then there was Michael,-" Deryn was cut off by Alek kissing her suddenly.

"I think I understand. You've had a lot of boyfriends, but really only loved me."

Deryn nodded her head and kissed her prince again. And again.

3.

The Archduke and his wife watched their son from way up in the sky. Neither of them regretting anything that they taught him.

"I think our son has learned everything that is necessary. Even though he's becoming a scientist, which is totally against what we taught him, he is very smart. And he learned the most important lesson of all," the Archduchess said.

"And what is that, love?" Asked the man.

"To follow his heart. Even though it meant that he had to drop everything that we worked so hard for, he made the right choice."

"Yes, I dare say he did. And truth be told, I don't think he would have made a great ruler." The Archduke affirmed.

"I have to agree with you there, he's much more of a people person than a ruler. I think he takes after his father."

The Archduke smiled, "he is so lucky to have someone like her. She reminds me a lot of you, Sophie."

The Archduchess turned her attention to the slim blonde girl that was holding Alek's hand. "I hope you mean in her personality and not in her attitude," Sophie crossed her arms.

"Oh, of course, I wouldn't dare think of it any other way." Franz uncrossed the lady's arms and held her in an embrace. "I'm so lucky to have you too."

"As you should be, Franz."

"Good afternoon," a voice came from behind them. Sophie turned to see that it was Artemis. "Watching our children, I see.

….

Alek and Deryn were sitting in the park, calmly feeding the birds and holding each other's hand.

"I wonder if this is how my parents felt," Alek asked out loud.

"As I do with my da, I wish they were still here so we could ask them. Maybe they're watching us from Heaven."

"Perhaps they're even friends." Alek added.

The pair couldn't help to laugh.

4.

"Ow," Alek yelped. Jeez Dylan, why do you have to be so rough?" he complained.

"Oh, sod off, it's only a wee little scratch," the other boy stated.

"This does not look like a 'wee little scratch' Dylan," Alek continued.

"What, is it a superficial laceration of the epidermis?"

"That sounds painful, so let's go with that," Alek frowned.

"Do you even know what that is, your princeliness?" Dylan questioned.

"I have no idea."

"A small scratch on your skin," the boy laughed and Alek complained some more. "Oh, don't be such a worry wart, let me see."

Alek held out his hand for Dylan to see.

(POV change.)

Deryn inspected the prince's hand. The tiny red line across his palm looked like it came from a spare wire, not a fencing saber.

"Oh, Alek, you're right. We should get Dr. Barlow to look at that," she said with a very concerned appeal to her voice.

"I know, let's go. We need to-" Alek began, but he stopped.

Deryn was doubled over in laughter. "Alek, you're such a dummkopf. It's not even bleeding."

The boy looked down at the injury and found that she was right. "Maybe I'm overreacting."

"Maybe?" she questioned.

"Ok, yes. I'm overreacting quite a bit," he admitted.

"Oh, come on, you daft boy. They're serving potatoes today, and we have to put these swords away. So let's hurry, I don't want to miss out like last time."

Alek smiled, "You and your food." Alek shook his head, "to think that if you were a girl, people would just gawk at you," the prince laughed.

Deryn laughed along with him. Feigning the truth that he was so close to finding out her secret.

That meal she didn't eat as much.

All of these are pretty close to 300 words. Heh. I have to say that 3 was the hardest to write. And the play that Deryn and Alek were watching was Der Rosenkavalier. Don't ask me why they were in Germany though…cause I have no idea.

Anyways, now for the words…

1. Goody-goody

2. Rare

3. Lucky

4. Rough.

This was a lot of fun to do.