After 20 minutes of doing the same puzzle in Professor Layton and the Curious Village, my mother looks up at me with glowing eyes as she tries to suppress shouting “I’ve got it!”. We’ve been on each of our DS’ doing the exact same puzzle about four hours in to the puzzle happy Nintendo DS game for what seems like an eternity. She doesn’t hear me ask “well, what is it?” as she gazes in to her bottom screen, her focus entirely on the cinema bridging the submission of the answer, and the “Hey, dummy, you failed again” screen.
I hear Luke, that little bugger, apologize for what is no doubt the 50th time that night. “I’ve let you dowwwwwn, Professor…” he moans.
I moan too, as I get fed up with the game, close my polar portable, and head off to bed. I don’t even think she noticed I left, since I didn’t get a response to my “goodnight”. A few minutes later, I hear her head off to bed too, assuming she quit the frustrating brain-teaser like I did. The next day, I get to hear her gloat about how she knows the answer to “that stupid puzzle”, as well as the next four hours worth of them. In one day of owning and playing Professor Layton, my mother has blaster past me in to the fifth chapter, leaving me behind in what still feels like the prologue.
Not only did she double my play time overnight, she proved to me that she’s a complete and total gaming geek.