Genie looked unconvinced by the goddess and drew back at her words. “Psych me out, hu?” As if Urd needed to do that in order to beat him. The jinni played so poorly that it simply didn’t matter what she did, he’d lose regardless. Surely at this point the woman had figured that much out. “I don’t see any reason I should use another, what with this still being a perfectly good ball and all, but if you insist.”

He waited until Urd took her shot before switching balls. While doing so he found himself standing on the edge of his feet, watching her ball linger by the hole before it finally fell in. Part of him had hoped it would stay put but he cheered with the goddess regardless when the ball sunk. “Nice shot.” He commented before opening his bag and exchanging balls. Though it seemed silly Genie was sure he would hold onto the lipstick marked ball, at the very least a memento of the event. As if it weren’t obvious enough from the boxed items in his room, the djinn was absolutely crazy for souvenirs.

After a moment of thought, Genie removed a putter from his bag and carefully lined his club with the hole. His tongue stuck out of his mouth while he squeezed an eye shut in concentration. In one smooth and gentle movement he tapped the ball which looked as though it would have sunk into the hole before rolling past it, down the hill, past the bird houses and into the untamed field. Unsurprisingly the djinn didn’t look so cool anymore.