Portmanteau n. 1: a large suitcase, 2: a word or morpheme whose form and meaning are derived from a blending of two or more distinct forms
"So, "Delightify,"" Lux read the last question from her list, tapping her quill against her paper, "would you please explain the etymology?"
Lulu giggled and conjured a pair of oversized glittery spectacles just so she could push them up the bridge of her nose. "De," she said primly. "As in a letter, between "M" and "Q." "Light," like dark, but not as heavy."
Lux scribbled on her sheet. "And "ify?"
"If you what?"
"Perfect." Lux finished writing with a flourish and replaced her quill in her inkwell. "So what do you want to know about me?"
"Hmmm…" Lulu put a finger to her chin, wiggling her feet where they dangled from the chair. Then she leaned forward, right up to Lux's ear. "Have you been spying on the snowdrops?"
Lux winked at her. "Silly, I don't spy on flowers."
Lulu nodded back sagely.
Unless by snowdrops she meant that meeting last week between the various parties fighting in Freljord. In which case Lux would have to be more careful next time, and pay the little Yordle more attention.
She had lost Lulu's attention already, Lux saw when she turned back to her. The Fae Sorceress's gaze flit between the other tables in the courtyard where their fellow champions sat in similar positions, across from each other at little two person tables. Or maybe she was looking at that butterfly Janna was blowing around in circles. With Lulu, she could never be sure.
Lux took another sip of her drink and savored the warm spring air. She'd had a good time, but didn't think these "get to know your fellow champion" events were going to take off. Particularly with how Blitzcrank's Fleshing Friendship Compatibility Services had set the match ups. They were only an hour in, and already Warwick had tried to eat Teemo, Morgana had blasted LeBlanc through a wall, and the Institute kitchens had to be evacuated when Tristana had blew up Singed's cask.
On the other hand, a few tables from them Ashe and Caitlyn seemed to be having far too bland a time. Sitting there drinking tea and talking like civilized people. That just wouldn't do, especially after how well those talks had gone for Ashe last week.
"Lulu." Lux leaned over and whispered in her ear.
Lulu grinned.
"Delightify!"
Ashe and Caitlyn jumped back as their table suddenly became a lot smaller and furrier and angrier. Suddenly animate, the table squirrel threw itself at the Frost Archer's face, and the two of them fell backwards in a puff of snowflakes. Tea and cookies flew through the air and table settings clattered to the ground.
Caitlyn shot an angry look in their direction, but Lulu, Lux, and their table were nowhere to be seen, thanks to a little light magic.
Lux and Lulu crouched under their table, trying to contain their giggles.
"Ooh, a firefly!"
Lux glanced at her, then at Caitlyn, who had her rifle pointed straight at her face.
No, the Institute wouldn't be hosting another one of these.