Jim was paling, sure, but more from the weight of the ribs in his stomach than the thought of a baby. Smiling and rubbing Grace's stomach gently, he smiled. "I don't think these'll get us there, unless you wanted a very porky baby... but we'll get there." He looked to her gently and staggered up, looking to the horizon. "It's getting dark, I'll get the tiki torches."<br/><br/>He walked to a shed off to the side of the patio, digging for a few minutes as he came out a bit more flustered than he'd gone in. "Shit... I forgot the tiki torches. Eh well, there's a convenience store a few miles down the road that has 'em, I'll take a drive down--I think we're running low on some supplies anyway. Anyone need anything?" He looked around, eyes lingering on Grace for a second, then on Dani--and almost perfunctorily on the other two girls.