To say Levi and you were exhausted would be the biggest understatement of the day. You groaned and moaned over the draining expedition that made you collapse on your bed, Levi following not long after.

But then you realized something — who was going to make dinner? Dining was not an option for this time of the day, and the dining hall would’ve ran out of food by that time. Certainly not you, but Levi was stubborn today and huffed.

— Why can’t you make dinner, brat?

To which you threw a pillow at him and his scowl that he wore was even more ticked-off. You two could either sleep hungry and exhausted or someone finally stops being a hardass and makes dinner. Knowing that the two of you wouldn't give in, you budged in with an idea:

— How about this, we play a game and the loser has to cook dinner?

He scoffed at the idea of using a game to break this off but he nodded.

— Tch, this is not of your best ideas but it will do. What would we even play anyway?