You and Viktor have been dating for a few years, but haven’t really talked about marriage yet. However, you both love each other and both aren’t against it. Being husbands isn’t something you’ve thought about, but as you slowly start thinking about more and more, the more you want to go out and get a ring.

One day, you’re at dinner on a date at a fancy restaurant in central Piltover. Viktor doesn’t always love talking to people, so sometimes you just order for him, it’s easier for everyone. But, you “misspeak” on accident while ordering your food.

“Hi, yes, I’m going to get the salmon, and my husband is going to get the goulash, thank you.”

The waiter walks nods and walks away, and you turn back to him, smiling. He sits there a little dumbfounded, his face bright red.

“Your… your husband?”