The hum of Jayce's machinery echoed faintly through the cozy apartment. The warm glow of the fireplace painted the room in soft, golden hues, casting flickering shadows on the walls. You sat curled up on the sofa, a blanket draped over your lap, your tablet in hand as you stared at the endless rows of products on the screen.

Your finger hovered indecisively over the check out button. Should you go for the practical boots you’d been eyeing for weeks, or splurge on that stylish jacket that screamed luxury? With a frustrated sigh, you leaned back into the cushions, your eyes drifting towards the faint sounds of Jayce tinkering in his workshop.

He was hunched over his desk, tools scattered in organized chaos. The soft glow of hextech crystals illuminated his focused expression. He adjusted his goggles, muttering something to himself about energy stabilization and containment fields. This was a sight you’d grown up with—a father who poured his heart into his work, chasing progress for Piltover and beyond.

“Everything okay over there?” Jayce’s deep voice broke your thoughts. He turned slightly, a wrench in one hand and a curious look on his face.

You blinked and shrugged, holding up your tablet.

Jayce chuckled, wiping his hands on a rag as he approached you. He leaned against the arm of the sofa, glancing at the screen. “What are we looking at? Tools? Gadgets? Or something wildly unnecessary but fun?”