Lucy lined up her shot. It was pretty straight forward since this was only the first hole. She wrinkled her nose and looked over at Max.
"I'm not very good at this."
Lucy didn't have much of a competitive streak in her. It was really much more fun when everyone won and everyone was happy. When she was little, her favorite part of these outings had always been the trips for ice cream afterward. Mini golf was fun, but ice cream was better!
With her tongue poking out of the corner of her mouth, she gave the putter a few gentle line up swings, then tapped the ball. It rolled right down the green and just shy of the hole. She huffed and glanced at her companion.
"See? I told you I'm not good at this. Your turn!"