[Meanwhile April is taken entirely off guard and nearly pinwheels out of the tree, catching herself purely by leg strength and a yelp as she half hangs off her branch to keep hold of the tent.]

...

[Huff.] Oh, sure. Tent in a tiny box? Par for the course for Thirteen. [God she hates that Fox.]

It won't break if we just let it go, right? [Probably easier than both of them falling out of the tree after it...]