You were not wrong when you told Jason he just looked like he should be playing golf; even at mini-golf, you could mistake him for a professional.

"Who would've guessed," he gives you a high-five before picking his ball up from another hole-in-one, "I am pretty darn good at this, babe." He is, and you cannot even begin to compete with how good his marks are on the small score tracking sheet the mini-golf place gave you.

He watches you prepare for your put, when he pulls out his flip-phone that Leo made (making it impossible to be tracked by monsters [under a certain time limit.]) While he prefers to give you all of his attention when you are out, this one curiosity of his must urgently be satisfied. He interrupts your focus with a laugh when he find the answer, and if it isn't such a beautiful sound you surely would have been irritated by it.

"Sweetheart, look at this." Jason motions you closer and slings his arm over your shoulder as you read the highlighted sentence from the Demigod Online Library: "In short, the Romans do have an advantage playing golf because they are the ones who came up with the first version. Do not, I repeat do not, make a bet over golf with one of them, you will live to regret it."

He is amused by the passion of the author of the article, certainly curious about what brought them to the point of writing it. He gently squeezes you closer, a cute sight to the idle observer, but none of them know the just how competitive he pretends he isn't, "How 'bout lunch on me, since I'm bound to win this bet anyway?"

He looks at you as if it actually matters, and for some reason it does to the two of you. He will be paying for lunch either way, it just changes who hands the waiter the money.