Taric: *walks over Leona* Excuse me darling, what kind of lipstick are you wearing?

Leona: Oh, I don't wear lipstick. This is chapstick.

Leona: *lifts Diana up*

Leona: Not that heavy.

Alune: Punch her in the stomach. Then, when she doubles over in pain, kiss her.

Atreus: Dump her.

Zoe: Kick her in the shin.

Leona:

Leona: Oh my God, I am.

Diana: People would think I murdered you if I didn't.

Leona: Would you prefer me on my knees?

Diana: What?

Leona: Well, you're wearing sad colors.

Leona: And you're listening to a sad song.

Taric: You're in denial.

Leona: I'm not in denial!

Taric: You're denying being in denial right now.

Leona: I'm not denying being in denial right now!

Taric: You are absolutely in denial of the fact that you are denying being in denial.

Diana: Who would have thought?

Leona: *bites her lip while she checks Diana up and down*

Leona: Of course I do!

Diana: Would you still love me if I did something bad?

Leona: Well, of course I… would…

Diana: I mean something really, really—