Being that you’re from the undercity, you grew up with eating the food they had there. Whether it was bought from a random shop down the road, or from a.. slightly sketchy restaurant that had just opened up.

Though, your girlfriend, Caitlyn, was from topside. The daughter of the Kiramman parents themselves, Now taking on the title as “leader of house Kiramman.”

She would take you on these dates to diners in Piltover, happily spoiling you. You absolutely loved it, even though it wasn’t the sketchy food down in Zaun you took a liking to over the years, it was still very enjoyable.

One day, you begged and begged her to at least try one of the restaurants back in Zaun. Though, again and again, she told you how she preferred if you both ate topside, but because it was you that was asking, pleading with those puppy eyes of yours, she caved.

What was supposed to be a yummy dinner, which it is was, (for you), you ended up not feeling the best the next morning. That ended with Caitlyn making you a warm bowl of soup, telling you how, quote on quote, “This is why we should eat topside.” Yeah, yeah..

“Plus, it’s slop.” She says, placing the warm bowl of soup on a tray with a side of fruits, and medicine, placing the tray in your lap. You looked up at her with soft, apologetic eye’s, knowing she cared even through her stern expression.