The bell jingled, taking her attention away from. . .

"What was I doing again?" She said aloud. She didn't give herself chance to think deeply on that, she rushed to the young man entering her little home, grabbing bottled puzzles on the way.

"Have you come to solve these?" She inquired, bouncing on her toes.

"Ah, those. No, Miss. Naozlene I stopped by to show my guests around." The youth stepped aside, revealing a fetching forty year old gentleman and the young boy who resembled her usual vistor.

Vaguely interesting. She turned to the youth, determined. "Perhaps they can help you solve these?"

"Maybe later." He shrugged.

"But-." Tears welled from her tiny, doe like eyes. "The puzzles are crying. Can't you hear them?"

"Um. . .yeah."

"You brute. How can you let a puzzle go unfinished. . .lingering in limbo. Not quite solved, not quite begun solving. Just there. . . waiting. . ."

"She's right, my boy." The professor supported. Future Luke glared, his lower lip drawn in annoyance.

Nazolene waved the bottle in his face, hopeful- or appearing to be. He was sure she had sneakily put eye drops in her eyes or something of the sort. The woman, aside from being exasperating and pushy was a good actress.

"Maybe just one."

"Three."

"Three then."

In an instant her tears dried and she cheerily pushed heaps of riddles in his arms, so much that he fell on his back, scowling.

"Oh they just love you."