Dear champions, what are you proud of having?

As cute as it is, Galio will outlast her. Besides, Rumble + Poppy. Common, its so adorable.

So, uh... cool hammer. Thanks, its for a hero. I just haven't found him yet. Wait, if its for someone else, why do you use it? ... I don't know. Its... its... its- Precious to you? Yeah. I know, I get it. My hunk of junk is precious to me too. One of these days, Brandle City will see me as a hero. Someone... they can look up to. Heh. What? What's funny? Its nothing. What!? My dreams are not something to be laughed at! I'll show you. I'll- It's just, you're looking to be a hero, and I'm looking for a hero. Oh... Too bad you're not a hero. Bet you can't even lift the hammer. (smiles) I can to. (struggles to lift hammer) Why... won't it... budge? (giggles) Shut up. I don't need strength. Hey Rumble... Yeah? Do you really think... Do you really think we'll be able to achieve our goals? Yeah. Definitely. There's no way we could- Its just, I've never even seen the guy. He's always one step in head of me. ... What if... what if... he isn't real, Rumble? ... It doesn't matter. What? It doesn't matter if he's real or not. Poppy, you're the true hero. (looks at Rumble in shock) If you can't find the hero... why not be the hero? I can't- You can Poppy. I know it. I've never seen a girl like you before. You remind me of Tristana every time I look at you. You're brave, loyal, strong. You're even honest, trust worthy, and very pretty. ... You really think so? Don't let anyone bring you down. And if someone does... then... then I'll bring the Smack Down on them with Tristy. ... thank you, Rumble. (blushes) Well, yeah... I have to go now, see you around, Rumble. You too.

Hey champ, how ya been. I haven't seen you in forever... Hey, you feeling alright? Gal... what do you call it when you're stomach feels weird and you're head feels weird as well? Uh... Why did Rumble say I was pretty?.. ... I think I know. Heh You do!? What is it? Please, Gal, why do I feel so weird? You like him. ... what? You know. Him. Who... ... Rumble! What!? Why? How? I don't get it. I like Rumble? (tear runs down cheek) My little Yordle is growing up. I feel like a father.