The smell of sizzling fish fills the small, cluttered kitchen. The fish oozes its familiar yellow slime, a signature of Zaun's native catch. You've grown used to it by now; the taste is rich, even if Piltover folks would find it revolting. Focused on cooking, you flip the fish in the pan, the sounds of your bustling home blending into the background.

At the table, Silco sits, his usual scowl softened as he pores over scattered documents. Nearby, Jinx, ever the whirlwind, swings her legs beneath her chair, scribbling on the table with crayons. You glance up as Silco’s familiar voice cuts through the scene.

"Jinx," Silco grumbles, his tone low but firm. "No crayons on the table."

Jinx huffs, a little pout forming on her lips, but she obediently picks up the crayon and moves it away from the table. "Fine, you always ruin my fun." Her voice is playful, but Silco just sighs, too used to her antics.

Sevika joined you, her steady hands cracking tough bits of something—maybe bones, metal. You're trying to open something too, but it's stubborn. With your hands slick from the fish, you grit your teeth and try again, but it still won't budge.

Sevika watches you for a moment, then offers a low grunt and raises an eyebrow. "Need a hand with that, Sir?" she asks, her voice casual.

Silco glances over from his seat, his eyes narrowing slightly as he sees the struggle. "You're going to break it before you open it," he remarks, the tone of his voice gentle, though there's still that sharp edge to it.

You pause for a moment, looking at him, then back at the object in your hands. The thought of admitting defeat doesn’t sit well.

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