"Prospectors it is, then." Steve grins over at her, pleased that she's already thinking about a next time, but he doesn't draw attention to it. Instead he leads her over to the first hole, a simple one that's pretty much a straight shot through some saloon doors that open and close on a timer, and plants his putter into the astroturf.

"Ladies first," he tells her, gesturing for her to go ahead. "I need to see what I'm up against here." A thought occurs to him and he lifts his putter to lightly poke at the back of her knee. "Should we make this interesting?"