"So I can play with this..." she looked down at the controller, "or with these?" she shifted her curious gaze to the mouse and keyboard.
After getting home and putting the groceries away together -- while I also showed her the ins and outs of the kitchen like how to use the stove, microwave, and air fryer and then letting her set up a little section for herself in the restroom for her toiletries -- I'd started showing her the different things she could do while I was away.
First, I explained the entire gamut of streaming services to her. We had watched A New Generation on Netflix, but that was only the start of that particular rabbit hole. I showed her everything from Disney+ to Hulu to Crunchyroll. She was quickly becoming overwhelmed after the fifth or so new platform, but she appeared to be retaining all the information well.
After explaining that whole mess as best I could I moved onto the Internet itself... which I decided to keep short. The behemoth that was "a series of tubes" was way too gargantuan a thing to fully explain, obviously, so I showed her some of the basics like YouTube, Reddit, TikTok, and X. (Some of those were probably a bad idea, but she'd find out about them eventually anyway, so there was no point in hiding them from her.)
I also warned her of the... less desirable aspects of the net, making it abundantly clear that she trust NO ONE online and not click on anything that MIGHT lead her to an unsavory site. After watching her navigate for a few minutes -- mostly choosing to watch a few clips about arts and crafts (I'd have to pick her up some stuff like that. Things to do crafts with.) -- I was pretty sure she'd be fairly okay if left alone.
Currently, we were on the subject of gaming. I had explained to her how to use the various consoles I owned -- essentially all of them -- as well as using the desktop to play.
"Whichever is easier for you will probably be best," I chuckled, looking down at her hooves. "Both might be a little tough to get used to with those, though," I pointed. She looked down, her face scrunching up.
"Can I fiddle with them a bit?" she asked, looking back at the mouse and keyboard.
"Sure," I booted up Apex Legends, the game Fel was almost surely going to want to play later on. "In this one you team up with two other players. Twenty teams of three compete with each other to try and survive until the end of the game." I navigated to the firing range before letting her take the reins. "The w, a, s, and d keys control your movement," I pointed. She placed her left hoof on the keyboard in the correct spot, but began pressing way more than just the four keys. Her character did a little jittery movement on screen, going this way and that and crouching and standing all the while.
Eesh, she's gonna have trouble running without remapping...
"I don't think that's gonna work," she laughed moving her hoof around and causing the awkward movement to continue.
"Uhm, the mouse controls your vision, shooting, and whatnot," I explained as I pointed at the device. She placed her right hoof on it, moving it around slowly and watching the effects it had on the screen.
"This is way easier!" she moved the mouse with ease. "But I'm preeeetty sure I can't do this side," she continued to nearly beat the keyboard to a bloody pulp, her tongue slightly sticking out of the side of her mouth as she stared at the screen with determination.
Judging by the terrible movement, she was correct.
"I think you're right," I picked up the controller. "Here, try this." She took the device into her hooves just like any human might, looking down at it as she...
How in the world?
She was pressing the buttons, but she wasn't pressing them. Not physically, at least.
"THIS is much easier," she grew excited, moving her avatar on screen with no issues, as well as controlling the perspective with ease.
"Can you crouch?" I asked, getting a closer look at her manipulating the controller.
"Err, which button?" she asked, also looking closer at the controller.
"B. The red one," I nudged my face in the direction of the button while continuing to stare at her hooves.
She pressed it... without pressing it. Her character on screen performed the action, but her hoof hadn't come in contact with the button at all.
"Is that good?" she tilted her head with an oblivious grin.
"Uhm... Y-yeah," I got back to my feet.
That's... really freaky.
I thought Hasbro had wanted to save money not animating that stuff. Apparently, that's actually how it worked for ponies... somehow. I guess traditional physics didn't apply to her.
"So what's next?" she giggled, rocking back and forth in her chair as she started clicking all of the buttons. "I'm ready to go!"
"Alright, Izzy," I shook my head, laughing along with her. "Let's get started."