Wood was certainly not Caitlin's strong point. She was staring at the piles of the stuff because she had no clue which was better or how one chose between one type and the next when they all just sort of looked the same. Evan's words as he whooshed past her were pretty accurate. It was all just wood. It wasn't very exciting and she doubted very much that it mattered exactly which kind they got so long as they got a bunch. They'd have to have it delivered anyway because she sure as hell couldn't carry a bonfire worth of wood.
Evan's mention of sandcastle tools, though, was much more intriguing and she grinned broadly. Most people would have been more concerned with booze, but Caitlin was far more interested in sandcastles. "Forget the wood!," she told him, grin widening as she turned to him. "To the sandcastle construction tools!" Then she promptly hopped onto the back of the shopping cart and looked at him expectantly. "Well, are you just going to stand there or are you gonna push me?"