"Well if we get trapped, it'll be like how many people can you fit into a telephone booth," he joked, still giving it a go to try and do his best at softening the topic at hand. He had no idea that it would take such a turn, the innocent asking if there was anything odd going on in the building according to Lucy's knowledge. The guilt of ruining what could have been a perfectly normal game of mini-golf settled on him, and he slid his hands into his pockets.
"Do you wanna just call the car and we can drive through some place on the way home?" Maybe being in the familiar vehicle that her family owned would help to calm her. Max just knew that some food in his stomach would do wonders.