Well— if my book is terrible, remember that I wrote it on the wallpaper in my isolation room for its first draft. I'd like to consider it broadly competent.

[And that's the most humor he can inject into the isolation room right this second, sort of curling in tighter to Viktor a moment later with a little huff. Think Hextech and Rio thoughts, Palamedes...]

She's welcome to come to the party, although I don't know how much she'll enjoy the noise. Maybe she'd like her own party, minus the fireworks. Just us. [her two gay dads sitting in the grass while she runs around, how idyllic.] Sometime.

[Hmm. And, the other thing he's been idly wondering about...]

Should our bloodstone project have a name? It's similar to your Hextech, but 'Bloodtech' feels too on the nose, you know? It's this town, blood is compulsory.