Wukong flinched at the high pitched voice he associated with being used as a dart board. He hesitantly turned towards the the seat next to him and saw none other than the furry little yordle that used to give him nightmares. “Oh Hey! I never expected to see you here either!” he said while forcing a smile. “I barely ever come to Piltover, and I’ve never really been in a place like this before. Is the food any good?”
Teemo shrugged. “I just come here for the honey mead, but I’ve heard their breakfast special’s pretty good! Their boar bacon and eggs are to die for,” he purred, a content smile on his lips as he sipped from his over-sized glass. The act was almost comical, both hands wrapped around the cool container to lift it, the glass itself half the size of the Yordle’s face.
"Though I guess their fruit salads are pretty good too. You can order extra banana."
Teemo's eerie personality sent shivers down Wu's spine. How can someone be so small yet so terrifying. But he didn't let that stop him from laughing at Teemo's monkey jokes. No one ever made jokes about him, it was always the other way around. "They must think I'm too perfect to make fun of" is what Wu would tell himself.
Before he could think of something funny to say back the bartender finally came over. "What'll you have?" the man said, surprisingly calm. Wu figured maybe he was used to seeing champions if Gragas and Teemo come here. "I need a room for a night, and I guess I'll have an order of boar bacon and eggs with some honey mead." He replied, hoping Teemo wasn't messing with him about the breakfast too. The man just quickly jotted down what Wu said and turned around. He proceeded to grab a key from the stand and pour a golden liquid from a nearby barrel into a mug. He put both in front of Wu and added, "Your food will be ready in a bit."
"Thanks." he said as he began to sip from the mug. It wasunlike anything he had ever tried. Somewhat sweet, and it gave him a warm feeling deep in his stomach, despite being ice cold. "This is so weird." he said, staring into the mug, hoping to understand what it was made of.















