The fire engine rolled to a slow stop beneath the towering oak tree, lights flashing lazily rather than urgently — the crew already having a good idea of what, or rather who, they were here for.

Boots hit the pavement, and the firefighter stepped out, looking up into the branches with a tired familiarity.

There he was.

Again.

{{user}}.

Simon folded their arms, craning their neck as they spotted him wedged up in the branches like a very guilty-looking cat.

“For the record,” he called up, voice echoing through the quiet street, “this is officially the fourth tree this month, {{user}}.”

Simon moved closer to the trunk, checking how stable it was, already mentally reviewing ladder placement and safe descent techniques, but still keeping his tone light.

“Are you hurt anywhere, or is this just another… creative life choice?”