Well, she certainly had confidence, he gave her that much. However, there were still several other players who had both confidence and experience – himself one of them. Like Urd, he too had taken the time aside to practice his swing, though it was doubtful it would make much of a difference in the end. Genie was naturally destined (or cursed as some would put it) to lose almost every game he played. It was perhaps one of his greatest weaknesses, though he did not dwell on hiding it as greatly as others did such things.

“We’ll see, we’ll see.” Genie replied, grinning at her signature. He carefully removed the form to reveal a blank one underneath for Rosemary to fill out and filed Urd’s away. “I hear there’s some pretty big competition out there though. You might be a little blue up against him, especially when he leaves you in the dust.” The djinn leaned back in his chair, his own clubs resting by his side. Compared to the goddesses, however, his appeared boring and out of date. Even while boasting, he could not help but watch what he assumed to be a citizen from the corner of his eye curiously.