Ask, and she shall receive. Taric does not try to keep the scroll from her.

"I do understand if you'd rather enjoy the park. ... Or the botanical gardens." "Are you alright, Taric?" "Yes? Yes. Quite alright, Ardent." "Looks like there's a garden here anyway. Lots of flowers." "Mmhm." "Yours are the biggest." "Mmmmhm."

... Got a feeling someone's talking about me.

I'm on a trading card now? Well that's new.

"Alright then, who's first up the mountain pass?"

There's a drink in each hand, one for him and one he offers to Caitlyn Huxley "Come here often?"

The sun rises, another dawn on the Mountain. Outside ice and snow glitter like crystals, inside a jubilant housekeeper fries up a hearty breakfast. The village stirs, awakens, the day begins.

That glimmer of hope you see? That's me.

;)

A wonderful holiday, really.

It's me. I'm things.

Piltover is rather lovely this time of year.

Looking for cracks in a Demacian wall. Godspeed, fox.

Ezreal is a good lad, really.

Snow sparkling like rose quartz in the morning haze.

Well then... ... What did I miss?

... What is a 'Fox Friday'?

It has been a while since I've been in Piltover... The city moves terribly fast, I do wonder what I've missed.