She watched the ball with a low whistle. "Impressive. Most impressive." She set her own ball where his had been a moment before and took careful aim.
"Now prepare to be amazed," she instructed him, and hit the ball about five times as hard as she needed to. It ricocheted off the the little barrier at the back, rolled straight over the hole (was that even possible???) and came to rest about halfway between the hole and where Rosie stood with the club in her hand.