“That sounds very practical. Bring the whole catalog and we can fabricate anything you need. TeBron will love building the prototypes. He hasn’t had a challenge in a while. This is something he will enjoy.”
Sara’s eyes almost popped out of her head. “Didn’t you say that TeBron was a High Lord and head of the Council of Elders? We can’t ask a High Lord to take time to do this. He must have more important things to do.”
“There is nothing more important than a fem’s request. Any Warrior, including the High Lord, is willing to do whatever it takes to give a fem what they need. Besides, Bron likes to tinker.”
Sara smiled again. She smiled more in the past twenty four hours than she did in five years with Bradley. “Thank you, Juraens. You are all so kind.”
“We want to spoil you, PaPera.”
“I didn’t ask last night but what does, PaPera mean?” Sara asked, more confident that she wasn’t annoying Juraens.