If Blaze thought this was funny, then he either had an annoyingly twisted sense of humor or several screws loose in his head. Maybe both.
Jasmine sighed as she paced her new room which she'd quickly learnt barely a minute after choosing it, that it had belonged to Blaze's eldest daughter, Catalyah. He had seemed uneasy about it when he learnt that it was the room that caught her eye and wanted to make her change it. Lolanthe had convinced him to let her have it, saying they owed her at least this much for taking away her freedom.
