"Only when I need to look like IT," Eliot quipped as the club was pointed his way, shrugging. He pointed to himself. "I have an excellent attention span. But I can't watch the game." He'd rather be dragged shopping with Sophie. That said something.
If he found anything strange about being called friend, he didn't show it. His mind was half on the polar bear and hitting the ball at the right moment. He'd been called 'buddy' or 'pal' on a sarcastic basis often enough. "There's still seventeen holes, Supergirl," he replied as he dropped the ball. "Anything can happen."
Once he got it in place, he eyed the polar bear again, waiting for the mouth to close. The timing was right...the aim was a little off, smacking the nose of the polar bear with a hollow thunk. A second swing got the ball in and he headed around the bear to towards the hole. "So anything interesting been happening on your end?"