Elliot wandered around still, trying to find anything her dear father would like. She leaned against a shelf, biting her lip nervously and looking thoroughly distressed. She had gotten a huge slab of fudge for Danni, a ton of stringmints for Sam, and for her mother she gotten coconut ice. Ugh. Now she simply had to find something for him...she glanced around for a worker, to get some insight. This was very serious business, after all.