If you worry too much about balancing the act, you're still missing the point... That was going to be the toughest thing for her to get over. "Worrying" might as well be her middle name (if only she had a last name to begin with).

"I see. That's pretty impressive." She took the whisk and looked at the set for a moment. It did look ancient but very well taken care of... But that was a bit of a problem for her, wasn't it? "... Um, I don't have any family heirlooms. Or possessions from my reality for that matter."

She didn't even have a family to begin with. Well, she did technically... But the family she had was not real. Mindless NPCs that were meant to bring some color to her world. Even her past wasn't real, so should she be able to bring stuff from the game into this world, it would have zero value. Her reality was hollow. No past, no future. Only she and her friends had been real. And it seemed even now she was free from it... It'd still continue to haunt her for a while.

"..." Monika's mood had done an one-eighty, her features sadder as she put the whisk back down. "Would purchasing antique suffice...?"