I don't think I've seen one for Professor Layton, so I thought "why not?"
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It was a pleasant day. Luke and Professor Layton were enjoying a hot cup of tea, accompanied by crumpets. This may have seemed like another ordinary day, but for Luke, it meant he was getting some answers. This was the best time to ask, when they were relaxed and unstressed.
"Professor," Luke said clearing his throat, "can I ask you something?"
"Certainly, Luke," Layton said with a smile, "a gentleman is always willing to ask a question as well as give an answer."
"Okay. Well, I was just wondering…"
"Yes?"
"Where do babies come from?" The professor just stared in shock for a moment with his beady black eyes. Surely the boy couldn't have asked "the question"? After all, he was thirteen years old.
"I-I beg your pardon, Luke, but I think I couldn't quite hear you; what exactly did you ask of me?"
"Please, Professor," Luke pleaded, "I really want to know where babies come from; it's been driving me mad!"
"Well, Luke, er, perhaps your father is better suited for answering this question."
"Actually, I did ask my dad a while ago, but he said he'd tell me when I was a little older. Then he got kind of busy with his work and hasn't had much of a chance to answer me." The professor sighed; it didn't look like he was getting out of this one.
"Hmm…" he said, "Let's see. Well, I suppose the easiest way to explain it is this: You see, when a man and a woman really love and are devoted to each other-"
"Like you and Claire?"
"Um… yes. But usually, the two are married. Anyway, they, um, sleep next to each other-"
"Oh! Like when I used to sleep with my mum and dad when I had nightmares?"
"Er, not quite. You see they sort of share a special… affection before they go to sleep. And, if they are lucky, the woman has a baby in about nine months. Now, Luke, does that explain everything?"
"I guess so," Luke said pondering, "But I have something else I want to know." Layton smiled and nodded; he was glad that Luke didn't take this the wrong way. "What exactly is a godfather? Do they help make the baby?"
"W-what? Um, no; you see, sometimes the parents choose a very close friend to take care of their child in case something were to happen to them. But Luke, why all these questions?"
"Well, you see, I was kind of hoping that if I ever had kids if you would want to be the godfather." The professor smiled and patted the boy on the head.
"Yes, Luke, and I'll be the happiest one alive."
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