Epigram n. 1: a concise poem dealing pointedly and often satirically with a single thought or event and often ending with an ingenious turn of thought, 2: a terse, sage, or witty and often paradoxical saying, 3: expression marked by the use of epigrams
"Seriously?"
Vi flinched violently, crushing her binoculars with a crunch. Next to her, Lux let out a yelp that she cut short with a hand over her mouth.
Caitlyn leaned against the wall behind them, arms crossed and lips pursed.
"Really Vi? Lurking in the bushes?"
Vi pivoted without rising from behind one of the Institute's garden's numerous and otherwise useless decorative hedges. "What can I say? All that tall grass on the Rift has given me a false sense of security."
"I would ask why you're spying on Jayce and Ezreal, but I don't want to know."
Lux smiled up at her innocently, eyes sparkling in the bright afternoon sun. "Oh, it's nothing that special."
Vi made a pouty face. "How did you find us, anyway?"
"You do remember my profession, don't you? I would hope so, since technically it's yours as well."
"Yeah, about that. Are you sure you didn't forget that yourself?"
Caitlyn's eyes narrowed. "Just say whatever you're getting at."
"Okay, if you insist." Vi knocked three times on the ornamental planter beside her.
Nothing happened.
Caitlyn raised an eyebrow. The lenses on her hat retracted, looking equally unimpressed.
"Hey," Vi hissed at the pot, rapping on it harder with her metal knuckles. "That's the signal, remember?"
Lulu's face appeared from the foliage, eyes bleary. She yawned dramatically, pudgy arms stretching out to their full unimpressive length. She blinked a few more times before finally noticing Caitlyn.
"Oh!" the little Yordle exclaimed, "My lines! Um…" She stood for a minute with a hand on her chin. Then she thumped her staff on the ground, shooting a shower of sparks into the air and conjuring a sparkling purple scroll that trailed onto the planter where she stood and off the other side before disappearing into the bushes.
"Dearly delighted," Lulu proclaimed official, "we gather here, on this most frabjous of days to reaniverserize the tallest top hat on the case!"
She paused, then leaned over to Vi. "You might want me to read this over next time. It doesn't make any sense."
Lux giggled.
Vi sighed and stood. "What we were trying to say was…happy birthday!"
Caitlyn stared at her, shocked. "What?"
Lux jumped up, tossing her wand. The light shimmered around the table where Ezreal and Jayce sat, revealing loud decorations, poorly wrapped presents, and excessively frosted cupcakes.
"Hey, I'm a detective too," Vi said, throwing an arm over Caitlyn's stiff shoulder, "you wouldn't tell me when it was, so I did some snooping around the office. But you know, it'd be easier to keep it a secret if you hadn't written it in your personnel file."
"Yes, I suppose it would," Caitlyn replied with a smile.
