"What console is this again?" Edgeworth asked, watching my absolute Marth action on TV.
"The Nintendo Switch." I fell of the side of the map, and lost the level. "Aw, dammit."
"I'll remember that next time I visit a game store. And the game again?"
"Super Smash Bros Ultimate." I answered. "You can't miss it; it has everyone but you on it."
He chuckled. "Can I play as Geralt, though?"
I backed to the main menu to check the extras. There were no characters waiting to be unlocked. "Sadly, there's no Geralt, but there is a Jimmy you can wrestle with."
Edgeworth never told many people he liked video games. In fact, he preferred it over reading, and let Larry do the book thing.
Because we were in-laws, and we watched The Witcher together, and the fact that I enjoyed assisting on Phoenix's cases, we got along just fine. He was never this casual than with me, Larry, and Phoenix.
He laughed louder. "What do you mean 'a Jimmy you can wrestle with'?"
I returned to the character selection and selected Cloud Strife. "You didn't know his name's actually James?"
"Play him," he demanded.
"Aw shit." I randomised the opponent and got fighting. "This is going to suck."
If you hadn't guessed, reader, my main was Marth, and it was rare I'd play as another character. I was also mediocre at Super Smash Bros no matter which instalment I played. But the way I mashed A to combo attack must have impressed Edgeworth.
I had the opponent on an easy level, so I could show off Cloud Strife's moves. "Y'know, when Marth and his son and dad stayed over, Marth asked very few questions on how this 'electronic setup' worked?"
"I don't remember Marth?" he said.
"I literally just played him?"
"Right." Edgeworth only said 'right' to be polite, and it got him out of trouble most of the time.
"Yeah. His dad thought the fight was real, and his son's hands-on with this stuff."
"Is it like Ike and the way he uses sign language?" he asked. "Offside, I noticed he's here too."
"You know Ike, but you've completely forgotten Marth three seconds after seeing in in Smash. Fucking well done." I snickered. "But I mean, it's crazy. Some guys know fuck-all about flat screen TVs, and others know fuck-all about TVs point blank."
"We got 'em late," he mused. "Must've been 23 million years back? The first ones were absolute shite."
I nodded. "Ours were too."
He spread his arms and measured my TV, about 65 inches wide. "Look at this, though! Look at the colour on this one!"
"This was a clearance!"
He looked back at me as if I bought a gross of eggs. "How much?"
"Like, either $400 or $600."
He scoffed. "More like $4000."