Leezet is Errol’s seestair. She’s a doctor and probably wears a lab coat every day doing doctor stuff.
Sometimes mom asks us questions, and all of us in the room, including her, knows she won’t understand. And I’m not saying she’s dumb, not at all. But she doesn’t watch Marvel films, nor anything remotely super-hero, fantasy, or sci-fi. It’s so far remote of her actual experience that no amount of words would help her comprehend it.
Trying to explain Doctor Strange to her is like you trying to explain empathy to me.
We’re almost 50 years old, and we still hide our activities from our mom.
To be fair, this was the worst room. The other two we did were okay.
Surprisingly enough, I wasn’t annoyed by the puzzles. I didn’t like them, they were bad, but I just stopped caring. I think fishing for the key with my foot helped lift my mood.
The reason they couldn’t solve it ahead of time was because I had the metal stick the whole time.
Still more fun than the actual room though. The room sucked.
And yes, if anyone wants to know, my binder-metal-stick combo into fishing-rod did get the key! Never had I been so proud.