Twirls a razor sharp feather around her digits.

Not sorry for stepping on the beetle.

Play it again, Mr. Piano Man.

Arson. 😌

"Eternity is what we fight for, and there's no better reason for that fight than to have it with you."

"I'll be cozy enough on your lap. Now, go get those firecrackers."

"There, you found one yourself. That's enough of a hint for you, dummy."

"You never pay attention to my plans anyway, so let's keep it a surprise."

"The things I'm gonna do to you in that boat."

"I never get tired of hearing that, though."

"Don't I /always/ look pretty?"

"Yeah, pumpkin spice and whatever else, you know," she'd say nonchalantly, laying down four razor sharp feathers and pulling said skull with twigs from her side. "For some other people, you know how it is, a whole dozen for one person? And like, all that variety in there."

"Right. A dozen's fine. Uh, right, so, muffins."

"You know how much I like to make waves."

"And, you know, if we set something on fire I'm sure the reflection on the water will be downright amazing."

"So, it's a date, then. Fire, water and the two of us."

"I like your face too. Especially against mine."

"Disguises? I was planning to wear your face."

"Typical. But you made it. So we can work with that."

"How much privacy do we get on that boat?"

"Well hey there, sailor." ... "Have we ever been on a boat?"

"Took you long enough to show up."

"Oh, right, bartering. I don't suppose you'd take a few death quills? I also have this neat skull that I put a bunch of twigs inside of."

"It's never the wrong time for pumpkin spice, or, like, anything else, cinnamon, vanilla ... flour, that stuff, so, you know, it's whatever. But since you have them, I'll take a dozen."

@dazzlingkumiho.bsky.social Ears were pinned back against her head, her teeth bared with a sneer. "Oh look, it's the /traitor/. What're you doing here?"

Chat, I made the Noxian mad. Chat, she might write mean things in her diary about me.

That's my line, Hedgehog.

You sure you're not a hedgehog? You're getting awfully prickly.

Is your name Rakan? It's just so easy to get under your skin. 🥤

See, Noxians are humans. And they're just as bad, if not worse, when it comes to disrupting the natural flow of the world and of magic. But at least they know how to get results. Except that red-headed one who just gapes at everything.

I have razor sharp death quills and really good aim, I could probably dish out a few lobotomies if you stand still. Siiiiiiiiiip. 🥤

Nope.

Do you ever experience anything except abject horror and shock?

She takes a loud, rattling sip through the straw of the iced latte in her hand. When in Piltover, right?

@blindalchemist.bsky.social "Do the cogs on the goggles actually do anything to help or is it just, like, the general aesthetic of this whole place?"

@circledbysins.bsky.social "So, like, I don't know, do you have any, y'know, any kind of pumpkin spice muffins, or like anything else, really, just in general?"

@abrokensoul.bsky.social "Hey, Pink, isn't there supposed to be some big scary terrorist or something in this city? I'm seeing a distinct lack of things blown up, what's up with that?"

So anyway, Piltover and Zaun. Big eye sores, lots of human buildings, very little real nature. /Why/ are people flocking here?

Noodles don't even have anything worth--nevermind. You do you. Somehow that seems to be working out for you.

Okay but how many noodles can /you/ eat?

How many noodles are in that bowl? How are you still going?

Alright fine, that wasn't my best.

The only joke around here is your face. Gottem, chat.

Bear in mind I'll fight Ionia, too. I'm not being sarcastic at her because she's Noxian.

Humans enjoying things is like second last on my list of priorities. Last is blank, but I keep it reserved for really annoying things.

Oh no, the Noxian thinks I'm annoying! Devastating blow. I don't know if I'll ever recover.

And you care ... why?

Aren't you two supposed to be enemies? Or does that change when dealing with a vastaya?