Gears, Tears, and Sabotage

I am currently sprinting through the floating markets of Qart-Zab, screaming profanities while chasing a rogue clockwork ostrich, only to crash directly into my best friend's tearful ex-girlfriend. Yisharra has returned, dabbing her eyes and loudly claiming she abandoned Bodasht three years ago purely 'for his own good' so he could focus on his genius. To prove her devotion, she promptly 'trips' and dumps a vial of corrosive kraken-acid over my master blueprint for the Royal Regatta. She expected me to throw a tantrum. She expected Bodasht to forgive her. Instead, Bodasht pulls out his measuring tape, loudly calculating that the trajectory of her spill required forty pounds of deliberate downward force, completely dismantling her clumsy act in front of the Royal Pavilion. Meanwhile, I'm laughing hysterically because I just found a hidden diary proving my amnesiac past self engineered this exact confrontation. When I reveal the ruined blueprints were actually fake bait, Yisharra's wealthy aristocratic backers instantly drop her like a defective piston. But as we prepare to launch our air-galleon, a terrifying question remains: what other hilariously petty traps did my past self set up before wiping my memory?