"How do you even walk like in those?"

The voice-- that of an older teenaged girl, dirty blonde hair tied back and topped by the laziest costume ever: a pair of black fuzzy cat ears on a headband-- comes from above, in the branches of the low-growing tree. She's still high enough off the ground to be out of reach, up there, though, staring down with eyes that brightly reflect the lights strung up around her.