He gestured to the other three men, and they trooped off down the driveway… to wherever they were planning to in order to watch over the truck. John though it a little odd they weren’t as concerned about the food as the vehicle. A lot of damage could be done with the wrong ingredient in the right places.
He shrugged. How and why the Secret Service decided they were solid American citizens and meant no harm to the POTUS, FLOTUS, and interns, was something they could bandy about over drinks after the dust settled. The important things were the money, publicity, and rocking the socks of the attendees with fantastic food.
“Keep it simple.” He chided himself.
“Oh!” He heard Etty squeal off to his right. “Is that the truck?”
“That’s our baby!” Logan answered with evident pride.
John watched Etty run up to their mobile shop, and run her hands over the Manleigh Cheese logo on the side. In the back of his head, a tiny piece of his brain was noticing that he wasn’t having any trouble seeing in nearly full dark. Being a rational person, his internal editor dismissed the “error code”; the quarter moon was quite bright in the sky.
He got up and joined Logan and Donna as they walked towards the truck.
“I don’t think I realized before.” Etty called out as everyone assembled behind her. “How much you all love what you do. No wonder the cows are so happy when they see you!”
“What do you mean?” Donna asked.
“You don’t feel it when you touch the truck?”
“No. I feel metal.” Donna was almost anti-New Age.
“Come here. I’ll show you.” Etty pulled Donna over to the truck and put her hand on the side, right by the wedge of cheese in the logo. “Do you feel a warm buzzing under your hand?”
“No. Not really. I feel the smooth paint and the cold of the metal.”
“Nothing else? Really?”
“Not a thing.” Donna shook her head.
“That’s sad! It is such a nice feeling. This is a smug and happy motor vehicle!” Etty let Donna’s hand go. “Can I look inside?”
“Sure! Go a head.” Logan answered, grinning like a fool.
“Yay!” Etty squeaked, and walked into the side of the truck as if it wasn’t there.
“Aiee!” Donna screamed.
Logan gave himself a little shake.
“I’m never going to adjust to people walking through solid objects,” he commented. “At least I can plan on her doing it, since she’s not human.”
“Yeah.” John added.
Etty’s head slowly emerged from the passenger door of the truck. She blinked a couple of times, as if disoriented.
“There’s something strange in your truck.” She said.