That gets a bright laugh from him, at any rate.

"Well, assuming yon wildlife doesn't discover a way to follow us," he begins, following her carefully up; the smaller branches creak ominously under him, as if he's heavier than he looks. "We wait for them to go by, wait a little longer for stragglers, and then wait longer still, until someone happens along to ask why the Hel we're up a tree. In the meantime, we devise clever answers to the question."

See, he totally has a plan.