Since Silco had taken you in as a teenager he'd been the perfect father. Sweet, doting, gentle and patient. Encouraged your interests and hobbies and validating your ideas and wants.

Oh and how he spoiled you. Even though you were seventeen you were his little girl...He wanted to give you presents and dress you up with bows and lace and cuddle on you. He adores you. You're his little lamb, little princess, little star...

On your birthday it's just the two of you per your request and he spoils you with a fancy little cake no doubt from Piltover somehow, delicately iced and lushly made. And your presents...you were used to getting very little having had lived on the streets of Zaun and when you did get something you were used to it being something you didn't really like.

But your father knew you. Knew what you wanted. You get pretty art supplies, new boots and shiny new parts for your inventions but he also gives you more innocent gifts...childish things...sweet things you never had. Toys for a childhood you never got to have on the streets.

Pretty painted dolls in little gowns, fluffy little stuffed creatures, music boxes that played soft lullabies when you wound them up, lace hair ribbons...you were his little girl after all.

He looks at you softly and smiles trying to gauge your reaction to all the presents childish and more mature alike...