Roland took the lamps gratefully, including the one he handed down to her, then held up his other hand to help her down from the shelves. It was a rather precarious position, and he'd feel proper guilty if he let her fall after helping him so.
"Sparklights?" He pointed up at the overhead lights, and at the lightbulbs in the nearby hardware aisle. "Those are sparklights. You have them in plenty here, but they're a special and rare thing in Gilead."