[ If he thinks she wouldn't climb a ladder that tall in the real world, he is very wrong. But free climbing a cliff face just feels a bit more perilous, in the grand scheme.

She laughs, twisting her neck to look at his face. ] Sure I do, but walkin' does seem a lot easier. Less chance of droppin' the wine straight to the ground. [ Honestly, she can visualize the smashed bottle.

Shifting a bit, she settles more heavily against his side, reaching for his hand. With the arm bent underneath herself, she wraps her fingers around her necklace. ] We can go the day after tomorrow. Day after Christmas is for lazin' around and eatin' too much.