"Don't worry about me. I can handle this much." There's something sweet about the fact he worried, and at the same time something that makes her feel her age and experience. It's the humor that comes through in her voice, though.

Then she's jumping up to catch one of the lower branches, and if she's not quite as graceful as a cat or doesn't take quite as naturally to climbing as he does, she still pulls herself up with the strength and confidence of a gymnast or a rock climber. Once she's pulled herself up to one sturdy branch, it's not much of a challenge to find another, moving higher until she finds a seat she likes and straddles the bough just above the lightning fork.

"Getting down is the really easy part though."