She wanted to call the bet off, did she? Fine! That was okay by him. It saved him the trouble of having to cook. Maybe he didn’t want her to try the new lemon chicken recipe he had been trying anyway. It was something much better kept to himself. He turned his back to the goddess with a childish huff, pouting to himself while she went on without him. None of this was his concern anymore. Quitting was still the best option regardless what she had said.

Minutes passed before Genie peeked over his shoulder to check up on Urd. Regardless how hard he tried he had to admit she was right. This was all incredibly childish, even for him. He knew better than this and simply could not bear the thought that he had ruined something they had both been looking forward to for so long. Guilt set in, forcing him to pick up his club and ball again. Yet another try was in order.

With a little help, another ball landed beside Urd’s on the green. It tapped against it lightly but nothing more before the genies voice rose from behind the goddess. “I’m sorry.”