What’s the use of having money if we can’t squander it?

"Bassinet?" Uncle Sol raised his brow.

Yep. That was my grand mission of coming all the way to the other side of L'Anaak Eed; to ask the Grandmaster of the Magic Tower to make a little bed for my unborn baby.

Why, you ask?

Well, because our dear inventors couldn't make a freaking bassinet, that was why!

Ahem--to be fair, I did ask for a lot of features, so they felt overwhelmed by it. It seemed that fitting all of the functions and magic formations that I requested was beyond their capabilities. They said their expertise lay in adapting modern Earth technology to this world of swords and magic, which was...dodgy? Did bassinet not exist on modern Earth?

But Zia whispered to me that they just didn't want me to go ballistic on them when the product was not as I envisioned.

Ahem.

It seemed that witnessing my severe mood swings and tantrums scared them a bit.