"Got it," she answers, a response to both halves of that as she buries her head back in the closet. A second or two later, she comes up with both a pair of sneakers and a pair of sandals, though the latter look like they haven't seen any real use in decades. She holds them up and makes a face, that in mind. "We should have picked up a pair of sandals for him, while we were at the beach shop."

They can always get him a new pair in Cancun, but they'll probably get gouged for them. They can afford it, though, and she is deeply offended by the current state of Dylan's sandals, so she'll probably be the one to buy them and not think anything of it.