" Girls works fine, at least for me," Shelly replied. The others agreed. "Besides, you might 200 or 300 people here at once milling around. Do you rea...ly want to shake hands with upward of a thousand people today?" Not even remotely," Edna groused. "OK, let's try it that way. If it gets to be too much, just let me know." Maybe you four could go from room to room and make a list of the items in each," Rachelle advised. "If there is something we can't identify from the list you've got, we'll take. He sat at the bar as he always did. Usually near the end so he could look at the people living and loving their lives as he once did. He remembered the butterflies in his stomach and the anticipation he used to have for the ‘hunt’ when he was their age. He enjoyed picking his prey and culling her from the herd for the eventual trip back to his room. He never failed. Never. But that was a different Jake. A younger Jake. This Jake was just a shell of what he once was. The butterflies left him. We had accomplishing nothing more than harassing the enemy, and then we were harassed in turn. Darla had done an exceptional job in conjuring sustenance for our army.We had a small heard of animals and chickens, in a protected position, to the rear of our front line locations. While created out of thin air, so to speak; once created, they had to be fed and cared for, as any farm animal.The really big item with the troops, had been the thousands of gallons of ice cream Darla conjured. It was an. When they met, she immediately realized that the pic he used was way out of date and he was much older than 35. She figured he was easily in his mid-50s. However, he seemed friendly, was generally a handsome guy, and spoke enough of her language to ease communication a lot. She figured she'd eat dinner and make up an excuse to leave. She didn't realize she would, but she actually felt embarrassed at the restaurant since it was obvious to anyone who looked that they weren't business associates.